Jealous

Well I know this isn't exactly the prompt but I don't exactly have my poems with me. 

I am jealous of people that happen to be more privileged than I have been. I look at them and wish that I didn't have to work for anything. 

It's hard to work for everything that you receive. It really is but it has it's perks. I know what the real world is going to be like more than people that are handed everything. 

I wonder if they are jealous of me. 

They could be but I probably will never know. 

I am not jealous of many people but people of privilege are who I'm jealous of.