While you stand exactly where you started with envy towards me,
I work my way to be a better version of myself each day.
While you’re working hard slandering me to the rest,
I work my way to be an erudite one day.
While you’re hustling to build an army to fight me,
I work my way to be strong and powerful enough to stand-up to you alone.
While you find comfort when people trust your deception over my truth,
I work my way to better understand the world; not to trust folks more than they deserve.
While you’re buried in a plot to win a reaction from me,
I work my way to reassure myself you’re neither worth my time nor my attention.
While you’re engrossed in feeding your insecurity,
I work my way to appreciate everything and not lose my mind over things undeserving.
While you’re diligent to be me,
I work my way to convince you every single time that–
No matter how hard or long you try; you can never be me.