Silent Diligence

I lost hope; I broke down; Who was there to save me then? I looked awkward in that gown; Yours was a wolves’ dire den. So many years rolled away; Still, your scary scorn Blurs my world even today; I need a new morn. “Be it for a penny or be it for a dime, You can never, never stand On your own feet, regardless of time; You’re born to digest reprimand.” I was bullied; I was stung; They tried to turn me to stone; I kept on; I had clung To the truth in polite tone. Finally, the results got declared; They came to know my work in silence; A few got scared, the others just flared; I was awarded for my diligence.