The Meaning of My Luck

I wish there was someone who can share my feelings

Someone who knew how I was feeling and tried to help me feel better

So far, no such luck

I wish there was someone who can accept me for who I am

Flaws and all

I wish that when people look at me

They take a deeper look

It seems that I live to please

But it’s never good enough

Why don’t I ever get any special treatment?

I envy those who don’t even have to try

I envy those who have choices

Why am I cursed with bad luck?

Everyday I try a bit harder

And everyday things get worse

Everyone I see

Has someone holding their hand

Or a picture in their wallet

When I see them

Jealousy eats me up from the inside out

It makes me want to hide under the covers

Until I die

Why not me?

Give me a chance

Or eventually I will die