What if?

I tell them my dreams. Lay out my aspirations.

"There's no way you'll be able to do that," they scoff.
"Be realistic," they say.

But I'll show them.
I'll prove them wrong.
"Just watch me," I think to myself.


And one day, I'll go back to them.
I'll shove it in their faces.
I did what they said I couldn't.
I accomplished what they said was impossible.
I will.
And they'll be forced to eat their words.
To admit they were wrong.
To admit I was able.













But what if I don't?
What if they're right?