I’m looking back on those I once looked up to, and I can’t help but feel that I’m looking down.
Everyone I’ve ever admired has left me with nothing.
Not even a memory.
I remember growing up, and yearning to be just like you.
It pains me to admit that I held you in such a high regard, as if my life would mean nothing without your approval.
But now I see the error of my ways.
All that time spent searching for myself in someone else.
I think it’s safe to say that I’ve become everything I wanted to be.
And no one can take that from me.
All of my heroes have failed me, but I won’t ever fail myself.
I can’t believe how naive I used to be when I never really needed anyone.
All of my heroes have failed me, but I won’t ever fail myself.