• When I stood up
    I found things to be harder,
    everything a struggle,
    mostly for power~

    When I did my best,
    I was put down,
    by people who were better;
    did things better than my own~

    I question this world,
    and the morals within,
    Can I take this pressure,
    laid on my shoulders?

    The world weighs me down,
    filled with unreal expectations,
    with what we've been given,
    how can we meet these requirements?

    Though I try ever harder,
    it seems my goal is lifted higher,
    out of reach, uncapable,
    of being brushed by my fingers.

    Will I ever know
    if I can succeed?
    Grasping success
    is much harder than it seems~