Your best is only viewed by those that think they are the best
By those that only close their eyes and judge by their interest
They’re only there by whom they knew, but now they set the score;
So all the effort one puts in shall not be seen no more.
So what’s the point of trying when you’re destiny’s to fail?
Within the struggle of your life you know you won’t prevail;
With every day you work away and look towards that dream
Knowing that there’s no way in. No split within the seam.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem