My life is a pie slice, and I was gaven 1/18 of portion of it

My hands are fimble and fumbling,

I start falling and tumbling

into the distortion to my given portion.

I have 1/18 of a slive of my pie of life, but no, my slice ain't free

Rent,

tuition,

future expenses

These weren't the thoughts inside the mind of the "Old" me.

Although this is my pie, I still have to pay green and lint out of my pockets of despair.

I hold my fork out to others in hopes they'll have the heart to decide to share.

All look at my slice and tell me that they have their own portion, and to eat my own

"You have 1/18 of a slice; baby you're grown!"

I'm relentlessly choking on a piece, trying my all to scream that help was never shown

But no one cares for that, they'll say they feel sorry, but they'll still leave me alone.

There's too much distortion to my portion

Learning requires for me to have high fortune

How can eat this slice and many after this?

I barely obtained it and from then on there's no such thing as bliss.