My Mind; A Collection

~Materialistic~

I am not materialistic, as one might believe.

I'm not in it for the money, I'm not, don't you see?

My parents think money will solve all my problems,

They give it like it's candy, a fountain I drink from.

Little do they know I wish for one thing,

Something their money could never ever bring.

I long for their presence to just have them here.

Money is no babysitter though it may seem,

I just want their company to see the awe in their eyes,

When they finally come to realize,

How special I am.

How I wish that's what they saw,

But instead they see a paycheck

They will no longer need to write.

When I turn eighteen, oh what a right.

To be an adult, to be something important.

But not important enough for my parents attention.

i love my parents

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