22 June 2012
~*/ Inspired by @leelee101 \*~
I look around my neighbourhood, And what is it I see? Posh houses, the people living there, All rich and, well, carefree.
True they have their worries, About what I do not know, But I know one thing don't trouble them, And that's whether income will get home.
Granted, I'm not the one who does worry, Living with mum and dad, it's true, But one thing is for certain - That my parents definitely do.
We're not exactly rich, you see, In fact, we're pretty broke. My dads the one who worries most, I'm surprised he's not had a stroke.
And yet with where we live, People just don't know The struggles that he goes through To keep our family on the go.
We live in a rich persons village, Of huge houses, fields and snobs, So our friends not from around here Think we exaggerate our probs.
They think that because our house is big, And our furniture is quite grand That we're as rich as the rest of the village, But they really don't understand.
My dad may run his own business, But that don't really mean much, When he's got literally zero customers And even they pay barely enough.
So don't judge by appearances, It really just ain't fair. I know we all have our problems, But don't dismiss others fears.
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