Looking From The Outside Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I may happen to make things look that way...
But nothing I've known in my life,
Has been made for me easy.

As a child I disliked to hear folks say,
I got everything I wanted.
But they were looking from the outside.

On the inside unsolicited headaches,
Is what I got.
With chores to do that were unstoppable.

The first room I had to myself,
Was a converted closet.
And I slept on a cot.
Believe it or not...
On a street called Garden.

I may happen to make things look that way...
But nothing I've known in my life,
Has been made for me easy.

And as I age today reflecting back on those days,
People use to use others to boost themselves to heights.
By telling lies and hiding behind alibis,
To cover up their hatred felt and those they despised to spite.