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He expected me to falter, to fall, He never witnessed me standing tall. He grinned as I was unhappy and low. But storms, like myself, are designed to grow.
He laughed from behind, calling me weak. Yet I never saw the fire that I would keep. My silence amplified the roar. A silent strength he cannot ignore.
He played his games, he threw his shade. I assumed I'd break down, that I'd fade away. However, I worked nonstop. Getting ready for my final trip.
And when I soared, I heard no applause, Only widened eyes and humbled fear. He blinked, unsure of what he'd seen. A lioness in place of sheep.
Now there's shock on his face. As I outshine him with my grace. No words, no struggle, no furious shouts. Just dreams fulfilled before his eyes.
Allow him to watch and learn. Respect is something you must earn. For every doubt he ever voiced, I've replied now, and it will last.