You think

that I’m not good enough.

You think

that I don’t deserve what I have.

You think

that I’m just full of myself.

You think

that people misjudged me to be jealous of me.

You think

that my whole life was based on luck.

You think

that someday, that luck will run out.

And when that day comes,

You think

that I will finally know life

and how it works.

Because in mine, 

I have never tasted

the bitterness of it.

But you will regret thinking it

and wishing for it

Because I am a part of you.