That once bright and creative mind,
hopeful for the future

Those gleaming eyes,
the fervour to become a changemaker


I am consumed by pressure to deliver

but I have nothing to show for



I am dying inside



I must work to survive, but there is no passion

I reach to find a meaning,
a reason, trust me
I tried



I voice the outrage the rich wages on the poor
I failed but I tried




I have no place here

I have never been truly happy inside

I’ve suffered enough more than I can bear

So, if you love me

Please don’t cry