success

the journey is long

stanford, harvard all in reach for some

but for you A effort is B outcome

cracking text day and night craving the night you will be called Doctor

being fifteen years old and being told you can't

constant remorse for what I won't ever be encase my brain

you aren't smart enough

you don't know anything

even if you succeed you still won't be good enough

searching for answers, praying, anything

hoping for the one person to tell me it will work out

one day opening the match envelope, you have done it

work hard

work harder

will it ever be good enough?