CRUEL WORLD

The place I was born in is a mess, The world we live in, a chaos. People weren't made the same, Created in different colors, with diverse aims. Different colors surround me, To the left, red mocks me (judgmental), To the right, green pushes me (competitive), Ventrally, black laughs at me (discouraging), Dorsally, brown puts me down (unsatisfied). Where can I find a place free from these colors? No matter what I do, criticism follows, Failure whispers loudly, success ticks like a clock. But I've realized that success is mine alone, Unchanged by others, no matter how hard I try.