For the tinnie tiny volume of the world you occupy, you are entitled to rent out unbuyable sacrifices, just for the survival.
Possibly, a dream to dance or perhaps sing.
An aspiration of art, Oh! the world seldom bothers about that.
You dropped off the pretty pink skirt with a heavy heart the last time you went shopping, just because a woman from your neighborhood would be displeased with your skin show.
Or how about the dream of being a chef you layed down for them to bang, only because you are a man?
The way you shortened the wing of your eyeliner, because they believe a longer wing would make you look slutty.
A middle class boy in you gave up on the leather jacket because that in their opinion makes you look rich.
The marks on the sheets of papers over the years had been your naggy foe.
Well, they left and the digits on your payroll sheets does the same honours for you now.
So hello, human survivor! Bow to your reflection today! Although, isn't it incredible to suck in the cigarette and not let the smoke out?