Where do the good things hide?

She thinks she deserves
Her fair share
Of the riches she sees around her
A taste of Love
A touch of Friendship
A glimpse of Bliss
What cruel torment she thinks
Keeping them from her
These, she so rightly deserves
She stands enthralled with rage
Fist clenched so tightly
They pour out from the pressure
Affection, Companionship, and Pleasure
And fall to the ground
Discarded gems at her feet
They had been hers all along
And she cries like a child
Not knowing what she lost
Was everything she ever wanted