Each day I see people who make it, who succeed


    and I view them with jealous eyes, envious of them


    when each day I work hard to live, struggle till I bleed


    as by their standards, I barely grow my own stem.


    I sleep with bitter feelings, hating those who have more


    riches and fame, the very things that make them happy


    Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.residing in the penthouse, while I rot on the bottom floor


    living a good life when others feel miserable and crappy.


    Then I think about the things that make me content


    bringing love and hope to my heart, and never do I hide


    when I''m down and my vigor is scattered and spent


    my energy returns with a big hug from a loving child.


    When I''m with them, the anger and sorrow leaves


    as our children are a gift, one not everyone receives.