Sad Reality Poem by ELIJAH117 MICHANGELO

I wake up already in disorientation,
In a place I hate to call home sweet home,
Passers-by call be rude,
But all I see is my reality,

Some beg,
Some cry,
Some don't want to spend another day alive,
But I don't feel this trauma anymore,

Receiving sympathies doesn't change a thing,
As they watch me fight and think,
Under the pressure,
To stay alive for another empty dish,

All alone in this cycle,
With unending rivers of jobs I have,
But with all my experience,
I can only hope for a better future,

Maybe there's a purpose we serve,
That we weren't told by God,
After all,
There can't be the rich without the poor.