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.