Is It Hard Poem by SharonAnn Dawson

Is it hard bein you,
young, rich, beautiful.
Is it hard waking up looking
in the mirror and smiling.
Is it hard being you,
happy, popular, care free.
Is it hard having people
want you, love you, look after you.
Is it hard being you
old, poor, not a pretty sight.
Is it hard making that
non-stop, constant battle.
Is it hard being you
sad, lonely, non-stop worrying.
Is it hard crying yourself
to sleep night after endless night.