I was so small…
And the world was enormous.
Every time someone opened their mouth,
They told me what I could never be.
No one ever wondered what I might become.

I wanted to succeed—
Looking straight into their eyes.
To silence those who said “You can’t,”
To humble those who said “You won’t,”
To walk the path they swore was impossible…
Maybe it was a child’s first rebellion.

Years passed.
That child grew up.
And she realized—
It wasn’t revenge she was after.
It wasn’t about proving anyone wrong.
She was just looking for shelter,
A way to pull herself out of the shadows.

One day she whispered,
“What’s the point?”
But that whisper wasn’t tired.
It was wise.
Because now she knew—
Some victories are not shouted.
They are whispered into the heart,
With words that make the soul tremble.

I will succeed…
And I will leave.
I won’t wait for applause,
Nor seek anyone’s approval.
I won’t look back—
Not at the past,
Nor at the doors it slammed in my face.

I will owe no one.
Even if they regret it,
Even if they apologize,
I’ve already torn that page away.
Even if they cry,
My smile will not fade.

This isn’t a fantasy.
It is the most graceful form of survival.
With stubbornness,
With resolve,
Quietly—but unshakably—

Like water, like bread…
I will succeed out of sheer will.
I will never give up.
And one last time,
I’ll walk right over all the broken dreams
And keep going.

Because now I know:
Some roads must be walked alone—
But at the end,
You leave the whole world behind.


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