Comparisons

I look to the numbers slithering down in my account. And its depressing.

While others clench their eyes shut as their homes are collapsing. Families, in memories.

I lock my jaw, bite down on my teeth until they bleed.
I am tired.
I am fed up.
I am on the verge of breaking a bone.

While others spend nights truly restless, in the slums.
in the streets.
in the dark.
alone.

I build up my frustration searching for a new place to call home.
Certain location.
Certain feel.
Certain price.


While others are searching for a street corner.
A place where the cold can't creep.
A place to hold on,
for life.

Ill be working long hours, but hardly getting money
The checks aren't adding up
My bills stacking up now
and I feel desperate.

While others will do my work for a quarter of the pay
to be one step closer to rest
to feeding their children
putting clothes on their back.