Suppressed and Depressed

Sat, 04/19/2014 - 10:42 -- terrya

I hate being in between

We are always forgotten

 Well, I guess that’s what it means to be middle class

All I ever wanted was to go to school

They say my parents make too much for me to get financial aid

Well can someone tell me where that money is?

 We’ve never made the cut

Yes, so you know how much they make

But did you know…

How many mouths they have to feed?

How much phone, water, and electric bills are?

How much rent cost?

 And no we can’t afford to buy a home.

Society has such a shitty way of helping everyone out

In order to get a piece of the pie, you have to be really rich or really poor

I have dreams of not subjecting myself to the lifestyle my parents were forced to live

The thing about it is, it’s potentially contagious

They couldn’t afford to go to college and now they’re stuck in their basic 9-5

They can’t afford for me to go to college so guess what?

But I’ll be damned!

This is not my future

I control my outcome!


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