I soon felt that I had not been defeated,
I no longer darted my eyes to the ground.

I walked with confidence and stared straight ahead,
to my once living shame.

Now it was quite opposite.
As I looked at her and gave her a sly smile,
She looked away.

Not in disgust, not like before,
But instead in some kind of remorse,
Knowing I was not at fault.

Only now, I didn't need her sympathy.
One day she'll feel it, and she'll know.