Although I tend to write non-fiction pieces, I found that short poems, however terrible they may be, can be an excellent way to express emotion. When writting this particular rhyme, I was facing the greatest hardship I've ever experienced. As a high school senior, I  aspired to be a chef and wanted to pursue an education in a very elite, and very expensive culinary school. I reguarly had to sit my high-school educated parents down and explain that we'd have to take on a tremendous financial load with no goverment or scholarship assistance, in order for me to succeed in life. At the end of the day, I had to convince even myself that $28,000 a semester was worth it. I had to convince myself that standing behind a stove for $12.00-$22.00 an hour was what I wanted to do for the remainder of my life, as well.