I was from the bottom.
    From the place I thought I’d always lurk,
        And the place I thought I’d always remain.
I was from the bottom.
    From the baby of the family,

        And the attention seeker that stumbled into everybody’s way.
I was from the bottom.
    From the breaks, bruises, and blistering feet,
        And the agonizing hard work that never seemed to pay off.

I am from the middle.
    From invisibly cruising the obnoxious halls,
        And being just as fake as my fake friends around me.
I am from the middle.
    From the river created in my lonely room at night,
        And the award winning actress fooling people day by day.
I am from the middle.
    From more breaks, bruises, and blistering feet,
        And the agonizing hard work still not paying off.

I will be from the top.
    From the firework finally ready to burst out of it’s chamber,
        And enter the vast universe that has been waiting for me all along.
I will be from the top.
    From the highest mountain peak,
        And breathing in the sweet smell of victory.
I will be from the top.
    From embracing who I used to be,
        And learning from the irreversible mistakes that I’ve made.

I came from the bottom.
    From the bottom to the middle,
        And the middle to the top, to create who I am today.