Exodistic

Money is such an issue So much so I may need a tissue As I try to make good grades and pass my classes I have to worry about the assets that I can grab at I seem the happiest when my bank account is above zero But as soon as I know that I cant even buy myself food My self esteem plummets like my elo And just like that I'm a shut in Away from the world and stuck in my mood I can ask for help if I want But my pride tells me I can make it of I hold on As my nourishment begins to dwindle down I just sit in my room and frown