I know well that I am now the weak one, so I am determined to have sympathy for myself first before feeling sympathy for others.

Thank you.

Poverty silences my mouth while it loudly clamors in my ears. The louder it gets, the more diminished I feel.

Upon introspection, I realized the turmoil within me stemmed from the stress of poverty. It's been a long-standing issue that I haven't been able to resolve. Now, I've lived in poverty for longer than I have in comfort, missing out on the common experiences of my contemporaries.

I have finally arrived, not wishing to be caught up in the noise outside. I want to look deep within and reflect.