This Is Enough
Some times I sit here and wonder, when is it going to be my time?
I pray every day for everyone around me to be blessed and happy.
Even when I don't have anything to give to the ones that call me there friend but act like they dont, I still give them every thing I don't even have for myself.
So I wonder, when is it my time for me to be treated like I treat every one else.
Like, don't I deserve to smile to?
I just don't get it at all.
Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2017
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