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
I am sorry for this ultimate act of selfishness.