They say your exhaustion is an excuse to not excel while your mates do

They break you down when you are at your lowest and when you say something you have an attitude.

You fight internal battles while they led you to imprisoning yourself in a social cell of pressure and comparison 
They gain pleasure from seeing you broken, unemployed being a teller and a helper cause they treasured the idea of you being helpless

But your gratitude for the little you had proved to the stars and to God that you deserved more than they could have ever imagined

Now your success leaves them amused and confused cause who are you to be greater than them

Now they walk around portraying you as rude now that you choose not to be used