I happen to be rich,
Living life in a glitch.
I happen to be a big deal,
Throwing money to heal.

There's a crown upon my head,
Thorns of loneliness on my bed.
Painting myself as a masterpiece,
To the world, chaos does not cease.

I bathe in pure gold,
Watching my heart as it's sold.
Stars adorn my heels,
Yet emptiness within me steals.

Time passes behind diamond doors,
As my soul grieves on cold floors.
The battle of love within my heart,
Witnessed the human in me depart.

I buy the sun and the moon,
Yet neither evening nor noon.
The sky refuses to be mine,
Shattering dreams formed at nine.

I simply happen to be rich,
Yet desires remain far out of reach.
Love and life cannot be bought,
My heart beats with strife, wrought.

~Yukee