Feeling hopeless.

Hoping that no one would notice.

Living with shame.

I saw daddy to blame.

Daddy’s been at work all day.

He’s trying to get his pay.

It’s the first of the month, and the rent is due.

Daddy is thinking of  how we’re going to make it through.

Now daddy owes two months worth of rent.

Daddy doesn’t have a cent.

I have always seen daddy struggle,

even more now that the rent has doubled.

Now daddy has court.

Daddy’s money is still short.

Daddy’s begging for help from the government.

They refuse to assist him with betterment.

Now daddy is working day and night,

he’s just trying to make things go right.

I see daddy stressing.

But I know that there’s a blessing.

All I feel is sorrow,

hoping for a better tomorrow.

I’ve been thinking to myself everyday,

asking why my life had to turn out this way.

I close my eyes and idealize a life that is not mine.

I come to realize that I have to stop living lies.

Daddy always give me advice,

so that I won’t pay the same price.

Today I see my only option is to progress,

it’s my only way to success.

Because I refuse to live on in a life full of distress.