“Come on now,
What do you want to do with your life?”

“Well actually I don't want to do anything
Except write.”

“Writing's not a career choice,
Just a hobby on the side-line,”

“Really it's not that at all,
I want everyone to hear my voice,
Until the end of time.”

“It won't make you money,
On it you won't be able to live,”

“I don't care about that, I just want to share my thoughts
And to give.”

“You're a stupid girl
Living in a daydream world,
You could never apply yourself,
You couldn't write
Or do anything else.”

“Yes I can,
I'll prove you wrong,
One day every book my name will be on,
On the radio you'll hear my songs,
And even if that doesn't happen,
I'll always keep trying, because I want to write
Which I know isn't wrong,

So ya boo
Sucks to you,
I'll be known one day,
Not to make money,
Or for the fame,
But just for the pleasure of being able to have my say
And for people to know my name,
Because writing is something so close to me
That it's able to take away the pain.”