“victim Of Circumstance” Poem by persian khushi

Glass castles
Crystal stairwell
Jewelled chandeliers
Haughty appearances
This is how she was raised
The middle class and poor beneath her
High society’s praise
Blue blood in her veins
Cars that cost a fortune
Brand name shoes
Custom made designer wear
Furniture only you can afford
Haute capture lingerie
Born with a silver spoon
While the masses cry of hunger


But is this really you,
Or are you a victim of circumstance?
High society and their ways
Rubbing shoulders with kings and queens
This is not your dream
You feel out of place and alone in this
That is not her own