A tear streams down my face.
Soon, the rest of its infantry follows.
I throw my phone across the room;
No longer wanting to see them.
Why do they get to have what I want?
Why do they get to be super happy?
Why can’t I be like them?
I excelled in school.
I stayed away from drugs.
I’m a good person, dammit!
Have I not done my good deeds to society?
Am I going to live the rest of my life being karma’s sidekick?
And the good kind of karma, at that?
I’ve done my due diligence.
Where’s my reward?
Why must I continue working hard to receive nothing,
Whilst others get to do nothing and receive everything?
This is bullcrap!
A tear streams down my face.
Soon, the rest of its infantry follows.
I hold my phone tightly against my chest;
No longer having the urge to see them.
They deserve what they have.
They get to be super happy.
I’ll wish them nothing but the best.
I’ll continue doing good deeds to society.
I’ll allow karma to do her job.
I’ll continue doing my due diligence.
I’ll always be working hard without expecting anything in return,
Whilst hoping that others receive everything they deserve.
This is freedom!
