wow.. a poem spurt.. I am bored.
Somebody has a certain someone..
someone, to call their own..
and Somebody has a special place,
so they can be alone.
Somebody has the luck,
more then all the rest.
and somebody has the talent,
better than the best.
Somebody has the popularity..
and are loved by everyone.
They score the A's in Chemistry,
for them, the best is done.
Somebody sits alone,
and someone crys all night..
somebody has never seen the sun..
to them the dark is bright.
Somebody wishes upon a night..
wiping away the tears,
While someone sits upon their thrown,
with never any fears.