Everyday is the same,
The same faces,
With whom I play the same board game
Breakfast, lunch and then dinner,
Sometimes it’s sweet,
Sometimes it’s bitter.
I know we have it better than most,
That their suffering is much worse,
But I’m just really tired of eating toast.
If soon I don’t meet my friends,
I’ll rip my hair out,
Before this ends.
Other are being much stronger,
But I can’t take this,
Any longer!
Samaira Dewan
www.thechildrenspost.com
The same faces,
With whom I play the same board game
Breakfast, lunch and then dinner,
Sometimes it’s sweet,
Sometimes it’s bitter.
I know we have it better than most,
That their suffering is much worse,
But I’m just really tired of eating toast.
If soon I don’t meet my friends,
I’ll rip my hair out,
Before this ends.
Other are being much stronger,
But I can’t take this,
Any longer!
Samaira Dewan
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