I'm on my own. 

See I was like a fisherman and momma always told me the world was my oyster but I guess I must have been allergic to shellfish 

Countless amount of times where I was a kiss away from being mad rich but honey had infectious mononucleosis 

I'm saying it's like 

The odds were never in my favor like rue in the hunger games 

But

Success was like food to me 

And my body 

Couldn't stand them hunger pangs 

So slowly but surely 

Day by day 

Inch by inch 

I kept 

On 

Going

And some days 

were like trying to run through stiff molasses

And 

some days

 my mind was cluttered worse than hoaders 

With the boarders barely being able to be held together 

About as calm and collected as 

Pots and pans crashing, clashing 

And battering the kitchen floor at 3 in the morn a day before midterms 

But

Some days 

Some days were just enough 

Just enough to give me a glimmer of hope 

Reminding me why I keep going in the first place 

Letting me know that even though I'm not 1# in the race 

I can at least place 

And that's what matters in the first place 

And that's what pushed me like all those times I just didn't have enough gas to make it back from an event 

And that's what held me like the stinging pain i had in my hands from writing all night long 

And that's what built me up like I had to do to my confidence each time my poem wasn't "what they were looking for after all"

And 

Even when I fell 

I took that as an opportunity to pray and thank god cause at least I had the ability to get back up 

And I kept going 

And I kept going 

And I'll keep going until there's no more breath 

left 

in this body 

And all my doubters 

better be ware 

Cause eventually you'll see my name somewhere 

in that big book of history 

Swear you used to be digging me 

But we'll keep it like Janet 

we'll both know that must be 

A false

Escapade 

Cause you never truly rocked with me 

So just watch and see