They tell you

Success is a number.

A weight

A score

An amount.

They trick you into

Their lies.

You say to yourself

"I am surely nothing!"

But you hold the stars in your smile

Thalia cries as you do.

And as you break

The angels sigh.

You are more than a number

More than a mistake

More than their lies.

And when they fade

You will rise.

The bully is yourself

Your "other voice"

Founded upon

Doubts

Lies

You.