Piper Nuelle

Why do some people get all the luck,

Whilst others have to struggle to push through the muck,

Why do some get chances and chosen by the crowd,

Whilst others have to struggle and no one is ever proud,

Why do some people have things land in their lap,

Whilst others have to struggle like the world is one big trap,

The world can be nasty, the world isn’t nice,

The world isn’t just sweetness, sugar and spice,

Why do some people get all the luck,

They get the money, the career, the friends, the good looks,

Whilst others have to struggle with loneliness, poverty and crooks,

Why do some people seem to get an easy ride,

Whilst others have to struggle feeling pulled under by the tide,

Why do some get to be the chosen one,

Whilst others are pressed under the thumb,

The world can be nasty, the world isn’t nice,

The world isn’t just sweetness, sugar and spice,

It’s time to break the curse and snap the record,

To chant the words to be echoed,

The world no longer owns me or makes my life hell,

I own this s**t, I own my life and I’ve become the parallel…

This is a poem I wrote at a time when I felt very low but also felt like my life was out of control. I still know the world can be and is a very nasty place and treats some people very unfairly, but I have decided that the world will not beat me, I will beat it… And I will at some point, enjoy life… One day…

xo Piper xo