Buried Alive

I try not fall for make believe At times I'm trapped in fantasies Trying to choose a righteous path Turning my head, Instantly I'm blinded Cars, homes, and money It hurts to live in poverty Trying to imagine better Dreams of a life without struggle Hoping to turn the page But being broken down at every turn Being hated just for being me Pushed down when trying to climb the ladder Making decisions to provide for myself or my child Buying food at the dollar store Trying scrape up gas money People look without compassion Despite what they see They slam doors in my face