A Road of Writing

Instead of my tears coming out from
my eyes
they fall from my fingers.
They pour from a place that feels
suffocated
and restricted,
because I didn’t come from
money
and I have to fight for my dreams
and I have to make something out of
nothing
and sometimes I feel locked into
myself
and sometimes I want to just get up and
go
but most of the time
I feel suffocated
and restricted
because I didn’t come from
money
and to make money you gotta spend
money
but ideas are free and it doesn’t cost anything
to write things down
so instead of me crying my way to the top,
I’ll write my way there. 

He can’t seem to understand
what is eating me alive
because there is no way for me to explain that
most of the time
I feel suffocated
and restricted
and he always has a solution that
never seems to apply to
me
and he always knows what to do except
when it comes to
me
but these are my dreams
and these are my writing times
and no one can make ideas for me
so yeah,
I didn’t come from
money
and I have to fight for my dreams
and I have to make something out of
nothing
but ideas are free and it doesn’t cost anything
to write things down
so instead of me crying my way to the top,
I’ll write my way there.

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