The look of doubt on the faces of people I thought I knew
Trying to push me off the ladder of success
For my hands have chalk
making my grip untouchable
This ladder is made of led
And I am made of iron
I dare you to throw a bolder up to the step I stand steady
Though most days my hands still shake when they grip
For I am scared of my future
that I use to think was carved in a diamond
In only a few years you could not see a shine
Now my life seems like a sand storm
Something I can never see through
I am stuck
I can't look forward
And I can't look back
And a lot of the time it is hard to see the present
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