This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Texas chapter.
Often I wallow in my own greed
Possessed by my possessions
Surrounded by my guilty needs
So tortured with these obsessions
Not a thing could make me happy
Not a thing could make me satisfied
My ignorance became my curse
It’s a sickness
A disease, born of riches
I do not want this infatuation
Trying to fill some sort of void
By seeking happiness through acquisition