Analysis of .5. Papers

When I was young,
I did not know,
That I was not like you.

I grew up here,
And learned your ways,
Only to be told it wasn't even true.

These papers green and white and blue,
I know I do not have,
But I feel as if I do.

And all I Dream,
Is that this Act could pass,
So my silly dreams may finally last,
And happiness would be my only true pursuit.