I am a teenager, ambitious and stubborn.
I wonder how I can turn the tables in my favor if
I hear or expect a hindrance in my path to success because
I see myself happy in the future, living a great life.
I want to do whatever it takes for this future to become a reality, because
I am a teenager, ambitious and stubborn.

I pretend to have to worries, but
I feel horrified by the mere thought of losing what I want my life to lead to.
I touch and hold on to that wonderful future that I have set to be my goal, but still
I worry that my hopes and aspiration could be overpowered by strong evils. But, when I feel like this,
I cry a barbaric yawp to frighten the uncertainties away, for
I am a teenager, ambitious and stubborn.

I understand that the cold world might throw some obstacles in my way, but
I say, “I will never give up.”
I dream hundreds of dreams where I get put in my role models’ shoes, and
I try, always, to become like them—to become better than them.
I hope that I get my way, because, after all,
I am a teenager, ambitious and stubborn.