my life is not my own.
youth wasted away hours behind a screen fulfilling a dream that is not mine.
false praises and small smiles. a grin to a check.
but I’m still behind.
and this race of the races leaves me in the dark.
no light shines in while I waste away. age away.
my dream is smaller while my debts grow larger.
I don’t even want to wake anymore because my days are not mine.
and I cry to my mother, ma, I’m tired and she says welcome to adulthood. the all too familiar chant of the elders.
this. is life.
suck. it up.
work. for pennies.
then you die.