Whispers of "not enough"

My empty pockets, hollow eyes.

A sense of worthlessness, a silent sigh.

The weight of poverty, like a heavy chain.

I'm feeling like a nobody.

living in pain.

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The world outside, a hardship display,

a reflection of wealth, a world away.

Comparison's sting, a bitter taste.

A feeling of inadequacy,

a constant waste.

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Through enduring, I find my place.

A refuge from the world's judging face.

But, even alone, the pain remains.

I long for acceptance,

in a world that's not in vain.

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Shadows of doubt creep within.

Whispers of "not enough" divide my heart.

The reality of my struggle, and acceptance of poverty.

All very true; what should I do?

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I still have a small hope within.

That one day, I will rise.

Hoping to find a way to wipe my tears.

For in darkness, the light shines through.

And my poverty's heavy chain will break.