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Why do you laugh,
When I feel such anger?
Why can’t I have this one thing,
When you have all the rest?
Why do I stay,
If this doesn’t feel right?
Why is the world like this,
If we are all created equal?
This does not feel right.

It’s hard to stay gold
When you’re growing old.
And I’m gaining so much wisdom 
I can’t bear to hold.

Why do I try so hard, 
Day in and day out;
When all you do is sit and pout?
I feel so stuck,
In a huge roundabout.
When will I get off 
This road full of doubt?
~Lillian Sorrell, age: 13