Why don't people understand that I am angry?
Every day of my life.
I am Angry.
Everyday our debt grows and collects, 1,001, 1,002....
And I am to watch billionaires on ski-jets?
I sleep on a mattress on the floor
And told This is how you grow strong when your poor?
Everyday a new bill arrives,
but I'm barely making enough to survive
So don't tell me I have no right to be upset
when everyday I fret
will I have a roof over my head?
I have tried every day to cut every corner I can. I cried when I spent $11 dollars on things I could've lived without. But It never seems to be enough and I feel like I'm never getting out. Just two years ago my dream of grandeur was going to college in Maine. Now it's having a small apartment.