I'm no different

how can I sit and write, like I have all the time in the world, like I have no issues of my own, like I'm a free soul in a world full of people like me born to slave away in the banks and factories. How can I lay down and cry, when I'm well aware of other people's hurt, when I'm not fully there waiting to listen when I realized I do the same things to others that have once hurt me so bad. How can I learn to thrive in a world full of starvation in a world built by the rich's design in a world of politics, arguing and random media in a world of fires, hatred and burning desires how do I walk past all of the issues in the world only fighting for myself ignoring others who are in need of help craving for someone to feel the passions I feel. how can I be me, when I'm not sure who I am, in a world that I'm told to fit in when there's so much I have left to learn, when will I finally realize I'm no different from everyone else.