You climbed the mountain alone, even when friends and family gave up on you, you remained strong and followed along.
You had a girlfriend who said she supported you through it all, kudo's to her only she left you the moment it seemed you were about to fall.
It hurt, the pain was unbearable and very real, you finally realized you were alone and a moment of doubt set in, maybe I should quit, fall and go back home.
But what's there for you now, just a past sad life and a broken town that's been run down.
You keep going and start to notice something about yourself. You're by yourself, you feel better and everyone says you're beside yourself.
And that's okay, you don't care anymore because the ones that you once deemed real you can see that are fake. The ones that calls you friend and brother sound a lot like snakes, so you go be like a Kit Kat and feel good after every break.
And oh family are the worse. They never believed in you. Your value to them was compared to the dirt. And it hurt, to see others get so much praise, when they didn't even say congrats to the time and the work.
But at this point you've gone numb to everything else around you. The people once tried to down you, mama wish she drowned you, daddy just isn't here and your friends tried to clown you.
But now you're here at the top, and there aggression is no longer there cuz they're asking for a spot. And you think to yourself, no one helped you walk, climb or run. So up here there's only room for one.
But here comes the congratulations and salutations that they feel were only right to say, but wave it off this is your day.
You made it on your own all alone, congratulations.
It's time to build your successful monument and in the middle you should plant something like a fountain. Better yet, you plant whatever the hell you want because it's your mountain.