I found my voice out of frustration All I wanted to do was show my creationI desire to be a writer, make worlds for people to get lost inMy greatest fear is that some will say it belongs in a trash binI found my voice when a teacher told me I would not succeedAnger took hold as I burned like a weed!I grabbed my shield to defend my artI had to defend it with all of my heartShe praised my art, but told me "there is no money in writing"I knew this was true for many, as I looked at her frightened I said "I know there's no money in writing"Regardless of her words I smiled looking at her saying "I'll keep fighting!"I'll hold this mentality for all of my daysI look to my future my face all ablazeI say once more for those who didn't hearDon't let anyone make your passion disappearFollow your dreams with ambitionOnly you can complete your mission!