Someday,
I’ll prove myself how worthy I am for all those respects I didn’t get before. I’ll
be more than a random somebody who lives, eats and dies. I’ll be someone
greater than all of you. You may have laughed and battered me down in the past
and the present but I’ll make sure you screamed my name so loud in the future
but my ears won’t caught a single bit of sound coming from all of your filthy
mouths. I’ll be standing up high atop of my success, so high that your neck
snaps itself from raising your sight beyond its limit. These smudges and dirt
you have tainted on my body will be cleansed away. The sweet scent of success
will linger around every inch of my body but to you it will smell like utter defeat.
Of all the battles I’ve lost, I’ll make sure I’ve won the war whenever I look
under my feet and see all of you eyeing me from afar. On that moment, I’ll pose
this finger stuck in the middle and all of the angst and angers will
subside, falling onto the faces of people who will soon regret undermining me
from the moment I was born.
And
that is how I avenge myself.
