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This is a poem about a nobo on the streets, not me

No one understands me
i am just invisible
what i say doesnt matter
what i do no one gives a crap
i could go somewhere
and not be noticed
life is tough for people like me
sure, other people are lucky
some help others
some just salk in their glory
snotty, rich people salk about how they cant get a new phone
people like me will cry for love
ever since my childhood my life has been unlucky
i gave up
i regret everyday i didnt do something with my life
i regret everytime i would cry for no reason
back then, yes those were the days
i was snotty
my parents were rich
and i was spoiled
i didnt get allowance
i just got everything else
i remember how i would beg and beg
but why??
why would i beg when i knew that i would get it
if only i knew i would turn out like this
with my parents broke from spending their money on me
with me laying on the streets asking for money
oh i wish i knew
but what will i turn out like??
what if i make a change in my life right now???
i can change my life if i want to
my future is not written, it hasnt even happened
if i want to change something, i can go out and change it
is anyone stopping me?? no
is one change in my life worth the world to me??? yes
then i should go for my dreams
taking risks is a part of life
i know i havent done that in who knows how long
and look at what i have turned out like
have you done anything with your life???
do you want this to happen to you? do you???