There’s something worse than the fear of failing, its the fear of having all the people that have wronged you in life watch you fail.
Never am I gonna let them see me plow. I’m keeping my head above water cos I know they’re watching. They didn’t go.
They drove the dagger between my ribs and they’re standing right there to watch me bleed out.
But No i’m not going to go down without a fight.
I’m going to be the one who comes back to life just so they don’t get the pleasure of watching me die.
Who really would I be living for?
Me or them?
Spending every effort to be the person that will splash mud on their clothes when I drive past in my Lamborghini.
Who would I be slave to?
Who’d really own the car?
Surgeon is it? Be the ‘neurosurgeon’ cos that’s who got the keys to Life. That’s who no one can humiliate, that’s who no one can scoff at.
Who really is the surgeon?
Me or them?
Am I gonna live for the one who matters the most to me, or am I gonna spend my days striving to outgrow my names.
Mediocre, failure, weakling, yeah you know those names.
Am I going to surrender to the sun letting the shadows drape behind me or am I going to live for those who wrong me the most?
Success isn’t the best revenge.