Moneys point of view: original passage by me

I've been all over the world. Traded, handed over, lost and found again. I've been earned,owed and fought over going from hand to hand always wanted but never kept and protected. I've indirectly ended lives and caused wars. I've funded shameful acts and made mass violence possible. While the humans kill each other over me I can't help but feel dirty, i’m the problem, the reason for the turmoil. I can't help what I am, what I cause. I've no family, no home because moving so often with so many owners leaves me no time to make roots. The friends I find are short lived because in the end we're always separated. I pray i'm handled gently , for if i’m damaged I may be cast away and this never ending journey will have been for nothing. I feel guilty knowing the pain I've caused for so many though indirectly, i'm not to blame. I can't help what I am and who I am doesn't even matter it’s not like I even know anyway. There are different number on all of us, I can only guess they have something to do with our value to the humans but beyond the ink that brands us we are all wishing for the same thing. To not hold the weight of the world on our shoulders. Most humans struggle to make a difference in the world, they strive to be great. I wish I were great, that I could do more than this. I just wish things were different, that I could choose my own way and finally see a new routine for us. Days where there aren't fortunate and unfortunate people, rich or poor. I feel as though  i'm a slave owner making them need more, more to survive, basic things like a place to sleep and food to eat. They work so hard for me but it never seems to be enough. I don't know how much is enough to them, I don't even know if there's enough of us for that at all. I just don't want to be the reason anymore why so many lives crumble and fall.