Individual Work.

Literature Project;
Poetry Slamming Workshop
Individual Work:

I wake up every morning with boredom on my face.
I hate this life of mine. People live with luxury.
Oh, why can't i be the same?
Everytime i see people happy, i ask God,\
"Why are you so selfish?"
I would then cry myself to sleep everynight.

I go to work with ugly orange vests.
While other people come in with nice, luxury ones.\
I stare at them in envy, hoping any one of them would smile.
Yet, they just look up, noses hung in the air.

Oh, how would they feel if they were to be in my shoes?
And, how would I feel if I were in their rich, expensive ones?
Life would be miserable for them.
But right now, life is miserable for me.

-Haziqah