In my culture we have a word.
Nazar.

When a skilled person is in the spotlight
The envy and ill wishes of others
Will become your downfall.
When I learned of the English word
Hamartia, I knew instantly what mine
Would be.
My fatal flaw, my bold imperfection.
I flaunt my success.
And hold my head with pride.

Some say it's merely folly,
When you have had nothing,
But your own success
To prove your worth.
To validate your existence
To show that the space you take up
Is rightfully your own.
But every so often there's a doubt
Am I really worthy of their envy?