Oh, thine heart once fastened to a cause
Now lays barren, hollowed-out and lost
A heavy load I’ve borne with due diligence
Yet, oft unvalued and unappreciated hence
I’ve striven and paved my path with might
Proved my worth, made a worthy sight
Yet, my sweat and toil, and tears I’ve shed
Fails to receive recognition or due cred
Still, I carry on, unbroken and steadfast
Though bruised and battered, yet unaghast
But as I persist, my heart farther strays
From joy and bliss, in its own ways
Do they not fathom the toll and strife?
The toil and tears, a part of my life
How many drops of sweat and tears I’ve shed?
To give my best, the best I’ve bled
I try to silence the gnawing grief
That plagues me as they offer me no relief
But how can I not feel a sense of plight
When my endeavors go ignored and slighted
Yet, a sudden epiphany dawns on me
That not every sacrifice bears fruit, I see
For true triumph and joy are not to be had
Through another’s praise or their accolade
Thus, I evaluate what true success means
To me, not to their views, not by any means
For it is not in receiving empty praise
But in holding true to one’s own ways
So I shall persist, my heart ablaze
Unmindful of their jeering gaze
For deep down in my soul, I know my worth
And that, my dear, is the real treasure trove.