Who Has It Worse

You tell me “Oh, wait till you get a job,
Stop whining, stop being such a slob.”
But you come home and I see
That you’re relaxing by the TV.
While I’m sitting in my room,
Working until night bloom.
I see you have weekends free,
While I sit working on my degree.
Do you work after work? Not really.
But I can’t use my free time freely.
My free time is not for me anymore:
It’s for studies, papers and chores.