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 running 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.
