Half Full Glass

I know that I'm not supposed to feel this way,
To see the glass half empty.
But I cannot help it, when I look around,
To see what others have.

I see things that people take for granted,
The family and love,
What I'd give to have all those hugs,
Even an average one will do.

Why can't I see the glass as half full?
Still I know I need to believe,
Isn't faith all that one needs to carry on?
Half a glass is all that is,
But that half is such a big difference:
So why can't I see the glass as half full,
What do I need, to see it so?

I know that there will always be worse
Stories beyond tears,
I try my best to count the blessings,
Hoping to see the brightness in them.

What I would give if I could change things,
To rewrite my history,
All the shame, grief and despair: the darkness,
And remove the need to hide.

Why can't I see the glass as half full?
Still I know I need to believe,
Isn't faith all that one needs to carry on?
Half a glass is all that is,
But that half is such a big difference:
So why can't I see the glass as half full,
What do I need, to see it so?

And maybe like all those stories,
Of great testings,
That from them shall arise a victor,
Triumphing over the impossible...