I don't understand why life seems to just pass me by. Like I'm making no improvement. Just excuses for the human eye. To mark me as another statistic. They see me as just another welfare collector. But it's funny how the ones who seem to criticize, either make nothing of their lives or have no bit of happiness deep inside. It's no surprise those who try to bring us down. Saying we will never amount to a crumb of a crown. Say it to my face. Make me mad. It will only make my mama glad. To see diploma's on the wall. But that's not all. See, I missed your judgmental call. I know it's okay, you'll be back another day. But next time you'll need me.