Traveling
I never thought I'd make it as far as I have.
No one helped, no one cared, yet here I am.
They told me there was no point, but their disappointment pushed me further.
I felt I had to prove them wrong, so wrong so they wouldn't bother me.
As much as I dream to walk away and leave them in the dust,
I'm still in the same place, even if I don't think so.
I'm getting there.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
I am.
Have I made it yet?
Are they jealous?
Have they had a taste of their own dirt?
The further I walk, the more I feel as if I should turn back.
There's no middle ground, nor is there a solution.
Have I made it yet?