I work hard.
Stopping is not an option.
The haters around me are only toxins.
They try to bring me down,
From sunrise to sundown.
I won't let them.
If I were a flower they would try to pluck my stem.
My thorns are strong,
I am determined to prove them wrong.
I see my former friends falling behind.
Drugs and alchohol I will always decline.
Some people need to unwind.
Not me I keep one goal in my mind.
The goal is to be great,
Better than the rest.
I don't call myself an over-achiever.
I am instead a believer.
I believe that I will succeed.
problems may not intercede.
My parents urge me to go on,
and I do one better by going above and beyond.
I will take what is mine.
Nothing will get in my way.
Essay after essay, but I still stand tall,
the moment I slack off will be my downfall.
That is why I work hard.
Stopping is not an choice.
In my head there is a voice.
It says that once I have flourished I may rejoice.