You say I’m too optimistic.
You say I won’t get far in life with the mentality of a child,
That my attitude has not yet shrivelled.
You always say how one day, the hope that I hold onto –
or as you call it, “My stubborn naivety” –
will extinguish, surrounded by

The flames of my failure.

You say that I should just erase the word “success” from my mind,
The way I erased it from my future.
Some people use harsh words and lessons to break others down,
So that one day, they may reassemble those pieces into something more beautiful
Something more powerful.
But you, you don’t even bother with the pretenses.
You and I, and the rest of the world know, your goal isn’t for me to flourish,
It’s to see me wilt, and fade away, so that you may rejoice in

The flames of my failure.

You swim in my defeats, as I drown in my disappointments.
But not anymore,
The next time I crash and burn, it won’t be because of your words taunting me,
barking at my heels.
I won’t let you dictate my successes, my failures, my trials, or my errors.
It will be in my control when I feel the rush of success I’ve been anticipating or if I yet again feel

The flames of my failure.


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