Sometimes it seems that even though we are surround by friend and their friendship; when “man’s best friend” dies, it leave a continuous ache in our hearts.

Its a poem about a depressed teen.

This is about a girl who is spoiled and can’t seem to change the way she reacts to everyday things. She gets rewarded for her good house work, but she can’t control herself from expecting more. She finds out in the end that people who act like her can’t get very far.

Maybe, a pretty girl, is not always so pretty inside, go figure.

Hobo is enjoying his new life.

Pampered by the media, spoiled rotten by their parents until they get tired of their antics, rejected by school, they feel they ought to have more provision made for them but when it is they do not know what to do with it. Petty and sordid are the minds which schooling has failed to educate, they have learned nothing constructive and can only break and trample.

This is written for all the spoiled snobs who think they are better than the rest of us.