My Every Win Is A Loss For You

I take a step, I rise, I shine,
And somewhere, far behind the line,
You grit your teeth, you clench your fists,
As I become what you insist—
I never could.

Each triumph, each unfailing stride,
Another cut to your wounded pride.
Each milestone, each roaring cheer,
A whisper in your hollow ear—
You lost.

Because you bet against me, swore I’d fail,
Said my dreams were far too frail.
You laughed, you doubted, you rolled your eyes,
But here I stand, watch me rise.

And you? Still stagnant, still bitter, still small,
Still waiting for me to trip and fall.
But every page I write, every goal I claim,
Is just another torch to your house of shame.

My victories burn, my success ignites,
While you sink deeper into endless nights.
You wanted me broken, but here’s the twist—
With every win, you cease to exist.

So let me keep winning, let me keep soaring,
Let me keep making your story more boring.
Because every triumph, every dream come true—
Isn’t just my win—it’s a loss for you.