Getting misdirected by the ceiling fan
Working two jobs
Attempting to provide for my family
Coming up short many times
Up some nights without sleep
Watching the world pass me
Despite education
Working below my grade
Trying to live my dreams
While people of means try to comfort me
Secretly I cry
Trying to smile while being walked on
Praying feels like its in vain
I've sold blood to put food on the table
Washed cars to keep the lights on
Walking dogs to put gas in my car
Regardless of my success
I'm no closer to my dreams than when I began
It seems worthless to try
Knowing my reality
It's impossible not to cry
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