How would it affect your life
If someone said to you
You aren't good enough to succeed
At the thing you most want to do
Would you not let it get to you
And push forward to your goal
Not letting them have the satisfaction
Of having any form of control
Would it fuel you like a flame
And give you the drive to succeed
Working harder to prove them wrong
And having extra reason to proceed
Or would their words be like a dagger
And cut you to your core
And cause your mind to feel
Like its in the middle of a war
'Cause that's what your words did
They caused a battle in my brain
Continue to work towards nothing?
Or quickly abandon that train?
Part of me felt like six years of work
Should just be thrown away
I no longer had the confidence
To move forward in any way
But I knew I wouldn't be happy
If I chased any other dream
So I felt like I couldn't win
Life was a constant battle upstream
A year is how long it took
To repair what you destroyed
To put back pieces of myself
And remember what I once enjoyed
But now I'm ready to move on
And pursue the things I love
As for all your hurtful words...
I'm ready to rise above
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 5:36 AM UTC
How would it affect your life
If someone said to you
You aren't good enough to succeed
At the thing you most want to do
Would you not let it get to you
And push forward to your goal
Not letting them have the satisfaction
Of having any form of control
Would it fuel you like a flame
And give you the drive to succeed
Working harder to prove them wrong
And having extra reason to proceed
Or would their words be like a dagger
And cut you to your core
And cause your mind to feel
Like its in the middle of a war
'Cause that's what your words did
They caused a battle in my brain
Continue to work towards nothing?
Or quickly abandon that train?
Part of me felt like six years of work
Should just be thrown away
I no longer had the confidence
To move forward in any way
But I knew I wouldn't be happy
If I chased any other dream
So I felt like I couldn't win
Life was a constant battle upstream
A year is how long it took
To repair what you destroyed
To put back pieces of myself
And remember what I once enjoyed
But now I'm ready to move on
And pursue the things I love
As for all your hurtful words...
I'm ready to rise above
This is the first poem in a while that I have actually been really proud of. (minus the title...I'm kinda hoping something better comes to me later :P)
I've tried to write a poem about this a couple of times and none of them have come out right. So I feel like I finally got it right hahaha. Hope you all like it :)
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