I'll get there eventually
I may not have a loud voice, but my passion speaks louder than any.
My passion involves others and helping them through hard times.
I may not have my degree yet, but I will stop at nothing to get it.
The problem is, my passion is a joke to the higher ups.
My passion is not covered by most insurance companies, so most people can't afford to spend a penny.
Mental helath is not taken seriously, often blamed for crimes.
My new goal is to stop the bigger problem at hand, a big goal I admit.
I might still be a kid to you, but trust me I can play with the grownups.
It's time to speak up, time to rise for the minority. However, they don't know how many.
If I succeed then many lives with be affected for the better, lifetimes.
If I fail, I won't quit.
It's that simple, time to raise our cups.
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