I was born into gold
into the
perfect
platinum
hands
of doctors with
freezer burned
smiles
s t r u g g l e
was nothing but an
eight letter word
struggle
was as foreign
as leftovers
as foreign as
a whine
with no answer
I was given everything
I could have ever wanted
and more
I was given
Disney vacations
diamond earrings
big screen TVs
light up shoes
I was given
so much
I had forgotten
what it felt like
to give
I cried tears of silver
and bellowed yells
of not enough
never enough
it was never enough
but I had enough
I had more
than
you
I screamed and cry
and pulled
and tugged
I had more than you
and you were happier than me
it didn't make sense
your clothes were ripped
your car was a mess
your house was little
but
your heart was big
while mine
even as a child
was shriveled up
and locked
in a bank
account
I was always told I never appreciated anything
that I was given
but
maybe its because
I never knew it
was there.