It doesn’t mean I don’t see
the whispers when I turn around
The fake smiles when I come around
I’m well aware that you don’t like me
I’m wondering how you keep the facade for so long that you always convince me
I’m well aware that my success hurts you
That each time I surpass the expectations set in front of me
How I persevere with all odds stacked against me
I’ll always disappoint you, don’t hold your breath too long waiting for me to fail,
You may never recover your breath
How does she do it they wonder? Anyone would’ve quit but she held on…
My answer is greater is, “He that is in me than he that is in the world.”