Different worlds

Life is messed up,
In 8th grade your cried over a lost phone,
In 8th grade I was grieving over a friend who passed the past summer,
you finished high school, 
While I'm a high school drop-out,
we met in 8th grade,
I was always Jealous of you,
not knowing death from an early age,
Not knowing how it hurts growing up like I have,
I have learning disabilities, 
you don't, 
But some how we became friends, 
But most of the time I feel like your therapists,
I guess it's because we come from different worlds...