RUPTURED

You left your home to follow your passion
You left everything behind isn't it similar to subtraction?
You had to start from the low,
Thinking of the golden crown.
There were no chances of success
 But your never wore a frown.
You worked hard until you fainted,
Because you want this gloomy life of yours to be painted.
With extreme efforts and sleepless nights,
Starving days and fighting for your rights
You finally succeeded your life.
Everyone's here praising you
Saying they knew you could do,
You could see all of them
Who were the ones who disowned you then.