Dear School,
Scored 96%. Praises all around me. Hugs and pats on the back. Toasting to my bright future.
Proud of me now, yeah?
What about those times when I was a disgrace?
What about those times when I wasn’t enough?
What about those times when I was a failure?
What about those times when I was a disappointment?
What about those times when I was not worth it?
What about those times when my future was darker than a stormy sky?
What about those times when I was invisible?
What about those times when I was a liar?
What about those times when I was useless?
You want to celebrate with me now, because I finally succeeded?
Well guess what? I can see through your mask. You’re shocked and flabbergasted.
How did I do it? How did I score such marks?
Yeah, well I worked really hard. And none of you helped me. So the credit is mine. All mine. I’d told you that one day I would prove you wrong and that day you’ll regret your words. But no one listened to me.
See? I kept my promise. My name is now on everyone’s lips. I outperformed almost everyone. Unexpected yes? Only because no one believed in me.
The world is a selfish place, I learned. That’s why my spite for the world was what motivated me to show them all. Show them what I’m made of. And I did. And I’m proud. So proud. I deserve this. But you don’t deserve to congratulate me now.
You weren’t with me during my failures, so I don’t want you with me during my success.
Yours sincerely,
The Underdog.
~fin~
Lost Soul 