It's hard
Life I mean
You work for 13 years
To then pay to work 4 more
All so you can work to pay back the money
They treat us like robots
We are judged by a number by age 5
Whether it's how smart you are or the amount of money coming in
These numbers define us
There is never an escape
If your parents don't have money
Neither will you
we are on an assembly line
I am a flawed robot
My number is small.
They use us as tools
To unlock the new production
And if you have a limited number
You are thrown to the side
A number is not my name
And it should not decide my fate
I'm not a robot
There is blood rushing through my veins
A heartbeat in my chest
I am a human being
Not a statistic
Or a digit
I am not a robot
YOU ARE READING
Grieving
PoetrySometimes it's hard to put emotions into words, so I shall just bleed onto the paper. Life sucks sometimes so read some of this and maybe you can relate.
