More!

I want so much more Than this judgment I've been handed; I'm worth so much more Than this grain of salt With which my life has become equated. I can not bear to be told That all who I am, and seek to become, Amounts to the nil You've seen fit to define: I scorn your indifference and lack of concern. Unbeknownst to you, The strives I have made and the battles I have won Deep within my past, Prove you wrong. You have rendered me incompetent and unsung. So be it! I will rise to the pinnacle, That by then I will already have won, To see you beneath me, Awed by what I have become.