What is there to See?

I look around in life and see everyone else happy,
But me
I look around in life and see everyone else smiling,
But me.
I feel tormented by the ghosts of my past
I feel neglected because of the absence and neglection by the emptiness of fitting in that continues to last

As I notice the lives of others, mine is sorely sad
As I observe the life of those around me, mine is undoubtedly numb
I feel trapped instead myself because of my past; The abuse has molded me bad
I feel a struggle trying to break free because of my abuse; My past I have to conquer

I look around in life and I can no longer afford to compare
I need a new lease on life
I look around in life and I have to become my own to no longer despair
No longer can I life in strife

So what is there to see?...

That I need to live my life differently