Congrats

The gloves are drawn audience in deep silence the chill of the silence arises and it becomes a scream; you’ve won you’ve shown me what you want what you expect but i cannot yet grasp that train of thought, why is there always a specific way to burn and drag me away along the carpet, rug burns but i can make it stop. It’s the key i haven’t found, must i move to prove i found that key, that potential or will it ever be enough, will anyone. The fact is you’ve won I’ve heard this one before i make the choices, you chase them trying to change me, rearrange me and strip me from my pride, which really just gets thrown on the ground? stomped on, crunched, like a fragile piece of paper, that silhouette of pride, confidence it’s shattered within the milliseconds when true desire to please is thrown out attempt so worthless I feel nothing but this frustration, Agitation and in reality, I’m going mad. this need for impressing, need for making everyone else happy Has gone. It will be me first from now on.