Why do some kids get to make paper boats

And smell like lemon pie

While all i get to do is cry

Why do some people get to love

And never to lose

When I have never gained

Why do some people get so much

And nevwr have to be pushed to the side

Meanwhile I am always left behind

Why do some kids have it easy

And everything comes naturally

While all I can do is write

Why do some kids get to be happy

And full of joy

While I sit here, watching with tears