I read this piece using two different concepts, one as you speaking from a standpoint of not having "anything" and then two using you as the person who has "something" and it works both ways really which takes a significant amount of talent. No, not everyone has what you have, but you seemed to show that even though you're not struggling you still have problems and you haven't forgotten where you came from.

The extravagant blandness of this upper middle class society
Pockets full of silver and gold that leaves one's soul empty-basically you just said "money dosen't mean anything" and its true.

I can’t expel individuality, being yourself through it all costs
I haven’t found my way out yet, but at least I know I’m lost...-here you tell us you may not have found who you really are but you know who you are not. A good step in the right direction in my opinon.

In closing I can somewhat relate I used to live in the suburbs and then my girlfriend had my son so now I'm trying to make it on my own both lifestyles have their pro's and con's for anyone who dissed this piece because the writer has money missed the point. She's trying to tell you be yourself good advice it will save you alot of pain in the future. Thank you again Calisto for a poignant and moving piece.1