Deeply rooted envy,
Lies so deep with in me,
Laced with the threads of true eternal hate,
I stair bleakly at my fate,
A picture of a life,
So much like my own,
Fighting to survive,
Wanting to be known,
only 17,
my childhood looks bleak,
now that this beautiful life,
has rested inside of me,
what to do what to say,
when all you know does decay,
when you can no longer be a kid anymore,
instead you must straighten up your act,
become the mother mine never was,
and give my kid all the love i could never touch,
oh how i envy this life so pure,
how this child will have everything in the world,
how I\'ll be the best parent i can be,
This promise is true,
Just wait and see.
