IT'S NOT ABOUT THEM
I know,
I lived a hopeless life
With no dreams and wishes.
I walked a journey of no success.
I,
At some point became a loser in the eyes of those succeeding before me.
I became a joke
And always on the lips of others.
They tried destroying me
With their words,
I became stronger
And realised that ,
change isn't sold
But comes from the inner self
I look poor
though I'm rich in goals
Like clouds ,
I stand still unshaken.
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