Never, Apparently (ranting poem)

Tell me,

When do I get to be happy?

When do I get to be free?

When do I get to have all those things

That everyone else has but me?

 

I know you can't buy happiness,

But I'd sure like to try.

Tell me who decides who gets the cash,

And why?

I'm smart enough. I'm good enough.

I even went through school.

I got my degree, worked a job or three,

And I kept most of the rules.

What did I ever do that was so wrong

That I should be left out of the "club" for so long?

Who decides who's born

With a silver spoon in his mouth?

Who decides what nets big

And what goes south?

Who decides who walks a rough and rocky trail

And who rides a first class ticket to paradise?

Tell me who writes all the lies

About love and living happily ever after?

When do I get to live that chapter?

Never.

Apparently.