Prove it to Myself

Prove it to Myself

I’ve always been ready to go

In my mind I had just one goal

Go to school and help others

And also say bye to my mother

Practice, Practice, Practice makes perfect

and

Worry, Worry, Worry for auditions

My teacher said good luck

She said I was not good enough

My heart was broke

I felt like a joke

Although sad, I was not done

My story had just begun

I found a new teacher

And became a believer

With four auditions to do

I knew I’d get accepted to a few

I wanted to prove her wrong

I hoped to be right all along

After a couple long months

I finally felt hopeful for once

Four letters came in

AND I GOT IN

I proved to myself I could do it

Music therapy would be a good fit

I got into school

And helping others will be cool

It was my fear to not get in

But thanks to my violin

I can finally be a music therapist!