When you look at me,
What do you see?
An innocent child,
Who barely speaks,
A person with money,
Who carelessly spends,
Someone who has everything and more,
Some see me as spoiled,
Some think I have the perfect life,
If only they knew,
What I was really about,
That I wanted to leave this cold world I entered so long ago,
Why can’t it go back to the way it was?
Back then it was different,
I did have the perfect life,
My mom, my dad, my sisters,
Everything I needed
Not a huge house or new cars,
But a close, happy family,
I was glad just to be part of it,
I thought of myself as lucky,
Sure, I would of loved to have those things,
But not for me,
For my family,
So they can be happy,
So they can live in luxury,
But no,
My family was condemned!
To doctors,
Hospitals,