Route to the top is of thorns and far.
Sweat and endurance is the only car.
Don't try so hard and to you would it mar.
It's hard, not as sweet as fruit juice in a jar.

Seeing people high you'd think it is near.
You do a little best and you say you've tried so dear.
When results get out you'd check it out in fear,
and at last you see it's bad and you can't bear.

Your efforts and struggles go down the drain.
Shoutings from parents hit hard as hail.
They lack understanding of yourself so much in pain.
All they care is good name they could gain.

Yet not for them would you think and care.
You only sit up for you want to dare.
With hope, belief and determination you try to fare,
and deep so down your hope is rare.

.............................................................Your lovely fangirl,
Tori Michael.

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