My trust, developed from pain. My trust is developed from blood stains. I praved the way. He paved the way. They paved the way and I still used to be ashamed. I  was tried working hours and hours of my life just to get essential needs. I couldn't see why I had to past my time crying from the pain in my feet and hands. Could I take a break? Could I sit down without being recognized? I tried but was labeled as "unworthy" and "lazy". No one understands that just maybe I was to hardworking for the wrong price. Oh I don't want to die without the right price. Happiness? Money? Love? Being kind? Maybe I'll never be able to unwind. Should I keep running from me and listen to the world and work my 9-5? I don't know where I am going but I know it's more to life than this. I just hope I can stand it.