They told me I am not good enough, that I will never be. My heart shattered that time. I looked in their eyes and I saw hate, disapproval, disgust. I closed my eyes because I didn't want to see it. My tears kept flowing, drenching my red cheeks with salty water. I didn't want to open them again so I kept walking with them closed. I was alone, only me and myself, because I was too scared. Then, I knocked someone and we both fell. They were like me. Closed eyes so they won't see the world judging them. I opened my eyes that time and I only saw another pair of clumsy eyes watching me. No hate, no repulsion. I looked around. Vivid colors, ignorant glances. As I stood up, I made myself a promise. Never close my eyes again, never listen to the expectations of others. And when I met them again, the same people who told me I'm not good enough, their regard stood no chance. There was no hate. Only admiration. Admiration because I had the power to believe in myself. I chose to fight and because of that I won.
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