My World
When people see me,
They call me rich, spoiled, brat.
What they don't know is,
My yell and beat me if I don't win shows,
That I work hard to be able to keep my horse,
That just because I have a horse,
Doesn't mean I'm rich.
My horse is my world,
I trust her with my life,
I love on her, clean her, and feed her.
My world isn't easy,
Other people's worlds aren't easy.
The only thing I care about is,
My horse sees me as her world.
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