Why am I here?
Was I meant for greatness?
My mom and dad say yes,
but everyone else says no.
Was I meant to prove everyone wrong?
There is no feeling like being told you can’t do it,
then to turn around, and tell that person they were wrong.
Why does everyone tell me my failure is inevitable.
Because, they are secretly giving me hope.
They are giving me a build up of motivation.
Do they know they’re helping me?
No.
Will they be right? Will I be a failure?
Never.
Was I meant for greatness?
I was meant, to be what I wanted to be.
I was meant, to make a difference,
I was meant, to silence the haters.