Don't stare at me like that.
I hate it when you do that.
You make me feel like I'm stupid,
like I'm disconnected.
What I'm trying to say
isn't so hard to understand,
but you're not even looking.
You're not even trying,
because you don't think there's more.
You don't think there's more to it.
You don't know of the intensity
behind these simple words.

You've found your end,
your completion.
You need to look no farther.
I haven't.
I have not been allowed my completion.
So I still strive, I still fight,
I still die, slowly, each time I fail at this,
but I'm still pushing myself onwards
because I know it can't end like this.
I won't let it end like this.

You don't get it.
Because you've never been here.
You think you have,
but you only brushed alongside it.
The tip of the iceberg, my friend.
You think you know,
but you have no idea
what this feels like.
You won't be able to understand this easily,
          or quickly.
Part of these feelings come from the time,
the quantity of time spent, losing yourself in this.
And you have to. You have to lose yourself,
you have to give every single bit of yourself,
or you won't even have begun, before you have failed.

I think my dedication would frighten you,
if you knew.
I'm going to try as hard as I can in this,
and if it fails, I will pick myself up
and throw myself in again.
I will not be thrown out of the ring,
I will not be put out and put down,
          dismissed.
My dedication would frighten you,
          because you've never seen it before.
You have never witnessed the intensity
that comes from people like me
in fighting for things such as this.

Forget it.
Go ahead.
Give me the look.
Don't comprehend,
Don't understand.
Enjoy your completion.
As for me,
I'm going back out there.