They want to see me fail,
Disparaging my efforts at every turn.
For a long time, there was no escape.
The voice I would often hear- was in my head.
Sharp tongues speaking in dead languages.
Hoisting my failures before me, to further break my spirit.
Strangling my voice into a silent mouthing of words.
Erasing me.
Contorting self-worth into disrepair.
Leading deeper into uncertainty...
***
In a moment of clarity- strength, will and identity revealed itself in the very thing they told me I was all along...
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And for that- I must thank you, Heckler(s).
