my orgin has personality problems

Yo, I was the kid in the back, always under attack, Words like daggers, but I learned to fight back. Bullied in the hallways, felt like a ghost, But I turned that pain into my lyrical boast. They laughed at my dreams, said I'd never make it, But every verse I wrote, man, I could taste it. Now I'm spitting fire, watch me rise from the ashes, Turning all their doubts into my lyrical clashes. Used to hide in the shadows, now I’m standing tall, With every line I drop, I’m breaking down walls. From the bottom to the top, I’m claiming my throne, In the game of life, I’m carving my own. So listen up, haters, I’m just getting started, Every scar I wear is a badge, I’m unguarded. I’ll take this pain and turn it into gold, In the heart of the struggle, my story unfolds.