Why

Why does life seem so perfect for others but not for my kind? It's as if life has to rewind while the bills get signed You'd never know how many tears I have cried for my family that has died The judgement I've received for my religion or the life I've lived Yes, I was a teen mother, Yes, I am Wiccan. But why is it that other's can bend rules until they break for the Goddesses sake they bring drugs and guns into our schools and I am the one judged and abused how is that fair I know rules can be broken but people are still sulking for the rules that've been broken. So again I ask why am I the one judged and abused for the choices I have made when others should have been for the ruthless choices they gave.