What should I do?

I am as quiet as night, as dull as stone.
Like a shell with closed doors.
To sit alone in a corner solemnly,
All I do when I was young
Until they called me stupid bum,
When I was a bum,
I’m like a leaf that falls on ground.

I made the time to awake my self,
Awake for the things unto this world.
With so much courage and confidence,
To pleased someone of what I have
From now today I’m not a bum.
Not like yesterday that was so dumb.

Until the time I was on top,
A couple of stones go bumped on me,
With all the confidence that I have,
I fought the posts of what I have,
Upon the fight a tremor occur,
Occur on my back quietly as ants,
Without knowing I stomped the ants,
To crash my own the one I built.