So Much For A High School Dropout

If you read my poems,
You might think of me a certain way,
Depressed and angry,
With a hell of a lot to say.

But things have changed,
Hence not writing anything of late,
It's hard to write without feeling,
Without my usual hate.

But I've been out there living,
This is a poem to inspire,
I've realised now,
Pain pushes me higher.

If you know my poems,
Then you know my past,
I'm eighteen now,
How time went so fast.

I'm a story of inspiration,
I won't try and be modest,
So here comes my story,
100 percent honest.

I go to school every day now,
I'm at the top of my class,
This being a kid,
Who people figured couldn't pass.

I was told to drop out,
People said I wasn't smart,
They said so many things,
Which could've easily been taken to heart.

But they weren't,
Because I knew something else,
They could only judge me,
But only I knew myself.

Even those who had faith,
Still find it hard to believe,
"To be honest I had doubts,
I thought you'd leave".

But I've done my exams,
And I got my results,
I went through what I did well,
And all of my faults.

But here's the things,
Those 'faults' are so few,
Chances are,
I did better than you.

Coz my grades are bloody good,
Good enough for:
Medicine, accounting,
Rocket science or law.

And it's not mere intelligence,
Nor good health,
It's because of my strength,
That has set up my wealth.

Now I never say never,
Because I've achieved so damn much,
There's no goal too high,
That I cannot touch.

So believe in yourself,
If it's been done, do it,
And if it hasn't,
Go to the wall and break through it.

You set your limits,
You say what's do-able,
Nothing is impossible,
So long as it's persue-able.