I held my tongue, I still do.

I withdrew within myself 

I tried to figure out who I was,

I guess I have failed. 

 

You were were always there, 

Always so supportive, 

ALWAYS. 

But you made a mistake:

You stopped encouraging and began promoting me.

 

You wanted to wear my prowesses like a crown, 

A little trophy. 

You got away with it for far too long, no more. 

 

Be proud or thrilled,

Be the home I can crawl back to when I need it, 

However my successes shall be my own. 

They might not be what you have hoped, 

Be that as it may, they will be mine.