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.