A teenager needs to write these feelings down before grown old enough to forget it. |
I wished I had more money, then maybe I could be free. Enjoying myself in a place of my own, giving, sharing moments with others and never having to argue or being dumb People say money doesn’t give you the real deal, but without it, I can’t seem to be left alone. I have to share. I have to share, but being inferior to my own family. I’m small, can’t cook, can’t clean and can’t go out. I have no way of changing at home. I wished I had less money, then maybe I could be free Enjoying myself in simpleness with grand dreams to look forward to, helping out, and never having real argues and always have a practical solution. People say money makes you happy. But without it, I’d be used to sharing, I would have had to help with cooking and cleaning, I’d be building my character, people would see me grow on the inside, I’d be judged by what I do. I wished I could gain respect among my closest family members, I wished they could see who I’ve become, and not who I was, and be happy with that. Money won’t solve this, but when you’re in a guarded cage called home, where do you go? |