The Privileged Kids

I used to envy the privileged kids; the ones who had everything that they needed and then some

The kids who really couldn’t speak too many bad things about their childhood

But I have learned so much from my unfortunate one that envy isn’t even a serious thought

Because I know that if I wrote a novel about my hardships, it would be quoted by the broken ones who needed those words for an epiphany

And not to say that those privileged kids are any less interesting to the world

But sadly, they just have no appeal to a person like me



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