Epiphany.

Rich Kids.

She looked away,
Smiling at the ground,
Her brain,
Diverting her,
My smile growing,
With every second,
I stared at her.
I avert my gaze,
Thinking about my life,
The problems I face,
Oh! How would she know,
What I go through,
Everyday,
What happens,
After I reach home.
Being rich,
Doesn't mean all my problems,
Would disappear like that.
Oh! Who would know,
How my father abuses,
My dear mother.
Who would know,
They're on the verge,
Of parting forever.
Who would know,
That my mother takes,
All her anger out on me.
Who would know,
That for being rich,
Problems are required.
I may be rich,
But the money I have,
Cannot buy the love of my life,
It cannot bring my parents together,
No matter how rich I am.
No matter how rich I am.

I watched them,
With a sad smile,
On my face.
Laughing,
Chattering,
Living their life,
Full of happiness.
I look over to him,
A genuine smile,
On his pretty face.
Oh! How would he know,
What I go through,
Everyday,
How would they know,
My true friends,
How much I cry,
Every night.
They think I'm happy,
Because I'm rich,
But what is money,
If you can't buy life with it.
What is money if you can't buy happiness with it.
What is money,
If you can't buy love with it.
I maybe rich,
But the money I have,
Cannot cure the dreadful disease I have,
It cannot treat my cancer,
No matter how rich I am,
No matter how rich I am.
-r.f.

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