Not Everyone.

This is a short poem that goes to people who don't value your presence or anything you do for them.

Not everyone has the chance to see me.
Not everyone has the opportunity to sit by me.
Not everyone has the chance to hold my hands.
Not everyone has the right to look in my face and tell me what they think or want.
Not everyone has the opportunity to play with me.
If you have all these from me it only means that you are special to me but not that I'm easy to find.
I may not be as good as others but know that NONE of them will be like me.