I'm no less than you.

I don't have any talent.
That's what they tell me.

They tell me

I'm not good enough,
Not smart enough,
That I'm never trying hard enough,

Even when the world is falling down around me,
They don't care.

Maybe I'm missing something.

I'm not rich,
I'm not pretty,
I'm not perfect,

I have a criminal record,
But that doesn't mean I'm not a person.

Even when MY world is burning down,
They expect me to work while breathing smoke.
I mean, it doesn't effect them, so my problems are a joke.

When I'm stressed, they call me lazy,
When I cry, they call me weak,
Its constantly a nightmare,
Terror, not just when I sleep.

Walking through your door doesn't change my situation.
I can't just shed my stress because it is your inclinations.
And when there's decimation,
I don't lose my dedication,
I just have to take my time and let things come to culmination.

So maybe you should learn its not survival of the fittest,
Its not about what you've gotten but about the things you've given.

It doesn't matter where you came from,
It doesn't matter where you go.
All that matters in this lifetime,
Is how you treat people you know.