In Order To Feel Significant (Original Poem)

I used to cry—
About things I didn’t have
About things I wanted,
But did not receive.
I used to want—
A house with so many rooms,
That I could get lost in
And no one would find me.
I used to hope—
For materialistic objects,
To bring me happiness
And make me feel significant
-But;
Now, I cry—
About things others don’t have,
About things they need,
But can not receive.
Now, I want—
Everyone to have a home,
That they could call their own,
And abandon their place on the sidewalk.
Now, I hope—
For the materials necessary,
To bring the world happiness,
So that everyone can feel significant.