I just have to stand here in the rain as I watch people in a candy store I’m not allowed to pass through having everything they could ever ask for.
“I want bubblegum!” “Can I get taffy?!” “Gimme chocolate!” “I like lollipops!” and so on. Each child there holding mountains of candy so huge some falls to the ground. But I’m not allowed to enter.
“I’m pretty!” “I’ve got tons of friends!” “I’m SUPER popular!” “I have lots of money!” The children see the others, like me, outside the rose-tinted window. They look away, refusing to share their gifts, trying to justify their selfishness. Life isn’t fair.