The Silent Victory

She was taunted, mocked, and scorned, Called names that cut like a thorn, But she loved herself, she was strong, She knew where she belonged. High-spirited, with dreams that soared, She brushed off the hate they poured. She smiled through their cruel disguise, Her eyes set on distant skies. One day, her success will gleam, A shining beacon, a radiant beam. And those who doubted, who tried to deny, Will see her rise, reaching the sky. Their words will fade, their laughter will cease, For she’ll stand tall, in her own peace. Her success, a silent yet powerful reply, To all those who once made her cry.