Success poem
"Success" Sixty steps I'm getting near just five million more to go I will ignore what it hurts to hear cause it only makes me slow Elbow through a sea of us each one fighting back the crowd I step on heads to avoid the fuss which makes me tall and proud There's bodies and worn faces scattered on the dead end roads I have learned to avoid such places and squash all the dying toads Two hundred steps I struggle on with blood blisters on my feet all of the week ones by now have gone the pain makes me elite Shoo those fiends who help me go this trek is for me not you I will feed from the seeds you sow success is for none but few.
About Me
My name is Elizabeth. I am 23 and I am a self-taught artist. My medium is pencil, colored pencil and paper. I also write poetry, novels and songs.
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