My Relationship with my Girl Scout Troop

I was still slipping down
My ideas to get up were rejected
I was powerless
I try to climb high
But I was push down
My friends try to help me up
But my enemies pushed me down
They said
Your ideas nothing, but useless
I cried
I could not hold it any longer
I fell
I had nothing left to support me
All I had was a branch
The branch was nothing like, but
A grey stuff animal
That I played with when
I was small
But now it was useless
I felt as if no one cared about me
But then
I realized there were
People who cared about me
So I began climbing high
My enemies couldn’t stop me