Why can't I have a good life?
Why can't I be the girl with the perfect country club relatives?
Why can't I be the girl who lives in the big, fancy house with a pool, and the little dog?
Why can't I be the girl who has the perfect, rich parents?
Why can't I be the girl who's got the perfect big brother and little sister?
Why can't I be the girl who's always gets straight A's?
Why can't I be the girl who's caption of the cheer squad, dating the football teams all-star?
Why can't I be her?
Why can't I be that girl?
Why can't I be the girl I envy?
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The Conflicted Color Pallet
Poetrythis is more or less my diary shared to literally the entire world. have fun exploring my deepest thoughts.
