Change


They say were all the same,
yet they still call us out by our names.
Sometimes, it makes me feel ashamed.
No one knows what others may go through,
yet they have the nerve to complain
and I wonder:do they have no shame?
I don't understand the reason for this;
I guess it's just the life of a common school kid?
Maybe one day, people's feelings for others may change.
Then again, they may just stay the same,
mainly because people only know you for your fortune and fame.
So to those out there who are feeling strange
and tired of those kids who complain,
hang on-and maybe one day, things will change.

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