Music is(isn't) everything

I strive to be my best Why am I better than all the rest? But why do they hate me for my talent If I can't control the fact the teachers act as my gallent I long for their kindness But that seems to be their blindness But the music is what I care about Not if they know the right route I guess music comes second to them The competition comes first Their hatred grows on a stem Crying out in thirst