Never have I been richer
My bank bursting at its seams
Never have I felt poorer
The thought of indulgence being a dream.
People surrounding me all around
Never have there been so many
Yet an island I feel like sometimes
For my thoughts, no one to give a penny.
Never have my hair looked as glossy
Or have I been in better shape
But thoughtless I am now in getting dressed
With a quick pony at my nape.
Ironic as life is
The image in the mirror seems
To others so fulfilled
In real so bleak.