You'll forever be the girls who broke my heart, who snapped my spine. Pushed the line of success further and further away from me. As you hover above me on a pedestal in your huge metal boots, sucking on a lollipop and looking smug. I gaze in agony at your good fortunes, your talents. And wonder where are mine. I'm just a despised insect, a good-for-nothing. I have ambitions and dreams but nothing to take me there. On and on you stamp on my broken body with your cruel metal boots. My feelers have already fallen apart, my body cracked open, insides smearing out. Have you ever felt bad at all, or are you chemically incapable of feeling so? Are your boots too thick? Could you ever hear the desperate beat of my weakened heart, crying out for you to stop?

I know that my resilient heart is still somewhere out there on the sidewalk, you failed to stomp it dry. I'm gonna rebuild a body around it and come back stronger and better. I'm sorry I ever held it against you for being successful, for being talented, for being lucky. It's all a matter of my own issues of insecurity and jealousy. People who find their niches early aren't the only ones who are talented or successful. It may take me a longer time but I'll surpass all my expectations, I will.