The Guilty Child

They give me a bouquet

if I ask for a flower

But I have no vase for them

For all my vases are filled with

the guilt of being an un-fortune

They show me a bright sun

and a beautiful moon,

They look happy,

as if they're proud of the sun's shine

and the moon's beauty

and I feel jealous,

for I have no shine and grace

They have some wonderful masks

on their faces,

I wonder how perfect those masks are,

for they hide all their sadness, regrets and disappointments beneath those

beautiful smiley masks

They give me dresses like a rainbow

but I couldn't wear them happily

on a sunny day,

for my shoulders are heavy with the guilt of being so futile and worthless

whilst walking in the rain

They are the most beautiful wonders

of the world,

I thank god for being lucky

but every day looking at their faces,

all I could say is a 'sorry'.