Movement

As i look up,
people look down on me.
I gotta make it to the top,
but i'm only at the bottom.
Fear shakes me side to side.
Im trying to stand still.
Somethings pulling me back.
But, i continue forward.
My will is so strong,
but my flesh is weak.
I dont want to to take 1 step forward and 2 steps back.
i will make it one day.
You will see