Spoling is relative

My brother and sister say I’m spoiled

because I get I may seem like I get everything I want

but that’s because I learned not to want

When I was told there was a grandfather I would never meet

I learned to stop wanting the dead to live

When I was told I have a grandfather who wishes I didn’t exist

When I was told that we don’t have money for christmas and medicine

When I was told that it was toys or mom

I learned not to want that pretty new doll

I learned if I want something I just can’t have

I learned I’m going to hurt them

When I was told it was clothes or food money

I learned to just wash and wear gently

When I was told that our home was going to be taken away

I learned to like a home with wheels

When I learned that money isn’t just paper it’s time

I learned I have no right to ask for things

I get what I want because I learned want what I get

I know I won’t ever live in a house again

I know I won’t  get grandma to remember me again

I know I won’t see mom again

I know wanting those things will leave me with nothing

My brother and sister may call me spoiled

but he got ten more years of a mom than I’ll ever have

and she got nine

I know not to ask for things

I know to make it seem like I’m getting a lot

because I know the truth is too much to have

 

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