I fear for myself, the life that I am living seems to be pointless, there seems to be no point for my existence, I don’t like the way I am living, I’m afraid of my past but I’m even more scared for my future, what is my purpose. For how long am I supposed to suffer. Am I supposed to accept my life just as it is.
Or am I supposed to make a difference, to make the changes that will put me right where I wanna be, I’m sick of this poverty but I don’t know what to do to end it . Being poor seems like it’s my birthright. But what’s the point of talking and writing about it if I can’t change it.
I inherited poverty from my forefathers, nobody in my family has ever made it in life, So can I really count on my self if I wanna break free from my curse of being poor. I will force myself to be better because I am better than this, I will start by believing in my self.
If can’t believe in myself then, I will force myself to believe in me, I will force myself to rise from the dust, the finest sword goes through the hottest fire and I believe I am that sword.
My position in life today won’t hold me forever one day I will escape. And I will be an unstoppable Force that will keep on going forever. I AM INVINCIBLE
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