I'm the one people usually envy,
Yet they fail to see the message I try to convey,
They fail to see how I try to be a run away,
My parents seem to love me but from afar,
They fail to visit, the welcome door is left ajar,
They still think I'll be happy with a fancy car,
My house is filled with several maids,
I watch as my happy memories fade,
And how fake relationships are laid,
There are only a few that are real,
Only a few who know how I feel,
Only a few who have watched me heal,
Luxuries are my meals,
Expensive are my wheels,
Yet I am lonely while my loved ones are runing after deals,
Though I never pour my heart out,
I may never scream and shout,
But that doesn't mean I'm content and proud,
I would change my luxury for joy in a a snap,
But until then I make my own world and its map,
That is till someone breaks my dreamland with a tap.
('¯')»ι'ʍ иɸτ αλλ հαππψ«('¯')
A common cliché,"Oh! They are are rich and what else will they need." Well it isn't necessary they are are happy. Everyone has their dark days, so do they. Now a common problem they face is loneliness or being misjudged. None of which are nice. They might often be fooled aswell, fake people are pulled towards them. Maybe we should give them a chance, they may look bratty and all but thats probably to stop anymore toxic, or just people in general, enter their life. They just don't trust so eassily. It is true, what they say,"Money can't buy happiness."
Always,
Mephoria.
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