Finance
Why do I have to be told how much money I’m wasting while still freaking out over exams?
I know I’m a burden, that I understand,
But why must I feel disappointed in myself- like I spent the money firsthand.
I know it’s just high school, but it costs as much as college,
But why must it feel like a race to gain more knowledge?
I just want to not worry about money,
Nope- too late, they’re already talking about loans for college, honey.
Can I go back to being oblivious about how much my schooling has cost?
I’m literally just a kid--this isn’t me--I feel lost.
I’m not the golden child, please don’t make me out to be,
Let me go back to being Bumblebee
I don’t need to go to a fancy school 30 minutes away,
Can I go back to seeing color? Not just seeing grey?
Searching and entering any college scholarship opportunity I can find,
They look for people who are smart and have potential, they don’t care if you’re kind.
Writing essays, filling out applications for financial aid,
Not my idea of a perfect day, if you’re offering, I’ll trade.
As a child, I wanted to go to a college far away and was told I was very bright,
Now, when I try to read a book, it feels like a fight.
Gifted kid burnout plus poor family doesn’t equal anything good,
At least in my likelihood.
Numbers aren’t my strong suit, but I can tell you this,
Don’t burden your children with finance, or you are amiss.
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