I have a question:

Are you proud of me?

I'm in poverty,

But I'm in college and that's where I'm s'pose to be, 

Right?

I know it's hard to see, but I feel tragic, we

Don't ever notice things unless we look inside us, see

I'm here with people all around, but me,

I feel like I'm outside society.

Knowledge is being shot through me like a laser beam,

I want to scream, 

I can't breathe, 

Someone help me please.

If I had a voice, I'd speak, 

Tell you everything.

But this is life, 

And this is college,

It ain't what it's all cracked up to be.