My empty pockets, hollow eyes.
A sense of worthlessness, a silent sigh.
The weight of poverty, like a heavy chain.
I'm feeling like a nobody.
living in pain.
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The world outside, a hardship display,
a reflection of wealth, a world away.
Comparison's sting, a bitter taste.
A feeling of inadequacy,
a constant waste.
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Through enduring, I find my place.
A refuge from the world's judging face.
But, even alone, the pain remains.
I long for acceptance,
in a world that's not in vain.
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Shadows of doubt creep within.
Whispers of "not enough" divide my heart.
The reality of my struggle, and acceptance of poverty.
All very true; what should I do?
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I still have a small hope within.
That one day, I will rise.
Hoping to find a way to wipe my tears.
For in darkness, the light shines through.
And my poverty's heavy chain will break.
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