I don't own shit.

I can pay for it.

I can get it for a gift.

But I don't own shit.

It's never mine.

It's always shared.

I'm surprised I don't share my underwear.

She takes it without asking.

When I catch her, mom lets her have it anyway.

I don't own shit!

I'm sick of sharing everything I own.

She has the exact same thing.

But she's lost it, or broke it.

There's a reason she has to take my stuff!

She tears it up anyways.

She never puts it away.

She looses it all the time.

I don't own shit!

I'm sick of this.

And I want my own property.

But I'll never own shit.

And that's just how it will be.

I'll never own shit.