To those who look quickly they don’t really see. The moments I prosper The ones that mean most to me. I am called naive I am called nothing special. I have nothing to give And am only sentimental. My parents tell me That the world is mine They rip me apart with their opinions At the same time. I have feelings for things That I cannot control. And that means I’m young And basically means I feel nothing at all. To those who don’t care I get tossed to the side Like I’m garbage and worth less Then a penny or a dime. I see life for what it is I say things for what they are. This means nothing to my family I’m no use here after all. I’ve learned many things From a short time on this earth I’ve learned that people like money That gives them life and rebirth. I don’t know why it matters I don’t know why it matters so much Is it better to be spoiled Isn’t it better to have trust? There’s a big line between right and wrong Just as there is between big and thin There’s a line between rich and poor Just like there’s a line between what’s here and has been. If your pretty you get all the way If you look weird you don’t get far If your funny you get further If you are naive you get taken advantage of. That is what I’ve learned and that is what I know I want more for the youth Even tho I know better.