Dear hard-work, I used to hate you....When you called my name, I heard but ran away from you....When I knew you were coming, I used to hide from you.....When you influenced others to talk to me, I quickly made excuses to get away from you, I was afraid of the pain because I didn't want to get hurt, Afraid to fail so I didn't even try and afraid of your name because of what you have done to others......Who do you think you are?? Making me so afraid of who you are....Reflection in the mirror shadow behind me....I take one step and you are still ahead of me....sweat on my face tears in my eyes I keep on going....I heard you tell no lies...You turn the poor to rich, the 'F' to 'A's...Is there an