Sometimes mad at the world

Is what I am

Because since I learned to brush my teeth

The world was supposed to treat everyone fairly

And everyone got birthday presents

And everyone got their own warm bed

And everyone had a teddy bear to clutch

Marching up to the Valley of Endless Goodness

As a young spirit

Hands covering my eyes

Heart racing with eager excitement

Then opening my eyes now

To find 

Nothing.

The breath leaving my chest

In one forgettable exhale

“oh.”