Why can’t we just be like everybody else? Life isn’t fair. Why balloons? Everybody is born with a balloon. Some red Some blue Some green Some popped. But we have none. We are the unlucky ones Without balloons.
Why can’t we just take unwanted ballons? That would be stealing. Make our own? Not the same. But we deserve it, Don’t we? Life is unfair Life is unfair Life is unfair Life isn’t fair. None of it is fair. All I want is a balloon.
this is my first time writing a poem... i hope at least somebody takes their time to read it!