ONE PAGE AT A TIME

The constant noise

that noise that fills the air

the words of failure

you can’t do it,

you won’t succeed,

you’re too weak,

the words that are so hard to hear

words spoken by those near

by your teachers, parents, yourself;

words that echo to the end

words that I will not believe,

words that will not bend me,

words that fill the air.

words that are empty

words that are meaningless

I will succeed!

I will do it!

that’s all that I care about!

because what you believe

just doesn’t matter

what matters is that I’m happy

not with you,

not with the world,

but with myself.

because that constant noise

is not the author of my story

the author of my story is me.

and I will write it one page at a time