Family of Doubt

The loudest hate comes from you. Not strangers. Not critics. You. You watch me, wait for me to fail, laugh at my dreams, quiet my hope. You call it love. I call it fear. Fear of me becoming more than you ever were. I don't need your cheers. I don't need your nods. I just need to survive your dout. And I will. I will rise. I will thrive. Even if it kills you to see me do it