I understand how you feel. I hate when my friends talk about how horrible their lives are. They either don't have a cell phone, or a car, or their parents just didn't give them money, or something stupid like that. Me on the other hand, I do have a job cause I NEED the money so I can buy food and pay rent. Everytime they talk about stuff like that I can't help but think, "if you only lived a day of my life, then you would see what a hard life really is like.
Good poem, keep writing.

Thanks, I know how ya feel and I'm only 15.