Wheel of fortune

Life is a wheel of fortune that never will turn to me.
Coming up on my name, it slows down and waves good bye
Tricking my heart into hoping a winner I could be.
Wheel turning stops dead at the kids who could have the sky.

Walking off alone, salty teardrops falling down my face.
Staring at the ground, avoiding acceptance of reality.
Only ones I can call a friend think wishes are a waste.
They gave up long ago, on everyone in life but me.

Chose to come waiting for the day I am seen.
All the classmates who used to be my friends
A movie I direct but I am off screen.
My old friends ignore me, knowing how I’ll end.

Ever since I have had leukemia cells inside
Since word got out I was not currently at deaths door
So my friends treat me like I have already died.
I want to believe, when I depart, they will suffer more.

My secret spread, a constant lingering rumor, everyone was nice.
Smiles in the hallway, popular with people that I did not know are alive.
Perfect social life out of pity, but my friends were telling lies.
Making it seem worse all because I was attracting fame on being about to die.

In and out of school, drained from attempts to keep me breathing still.
Every time I drifted back, there was something for me, until remission
No one wanted to hear my news I had to tell, again left with nil.
Now my only companions envy me a way out, I ‘m left alone, just wishin’.