They are so lucky

They get to get to come home

To a new car,

The latest iPhone,

And a home as big as a hotel.

 

They are so lucky

That they can afford

To have everything

They’ve ever wanted

And a family with wealth and fame.

 

But I have less money,

We’re not wealthy,

And I feel left out in the world.

I don’t deserve that.

Why are they so lucky?

 

 

 

 

I am so lucky

That I get to come home

To loving arms,

Plenty of food,

And a home that is my safe place.

 

I am so lucky

That I can afford

To go to therapy,

To have medication,

And a family that supports me.

 

Other kids cry silently,

Scream violently,

And feel alone in the world.

They don’t deserve that.

Why am I so lucky?

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