Why must it be this way?

Why must it be this way?
You with your nothing
Me with my everything
I want to be with you
Not so far away.
I'm just like you.
This plague saddens me.
In my heart
I find you,
But I find despair.
Anger envelops my
Soul as I look at how much I have.
My wastefulness to your misery.
Do you have joy in your life?
My body quivers as I stare into your eyes.
I can not face you.
What has this sick world done to
You.
Why? Why? Why?
Your hunger is the product
Of others hate
Our hate
My hate
I don't want to be like me.
I want to be with you.
I must be me
With you.

Seth Cohen '99