Backseat Driver

I'm striving for success, I'm on my own path,

But every step I take, I hear their wrath.

Their words sting like bees, they cut like a knife,

And I'm left wondering, is this my life?

I'm doing my best to move ahead,

But their criticism feels like I'm being led,

Down a path of doubt, fear, and despair,

And I wonder if anyone truly cares.

The journey is tough, it's filled with strife,

But I refuse to let their words control my life.

I'll keep pushing forward, even when they doubt,

And someday, I'll prove what I'm truly about.

For every criticism, there's a lesson to learn,

A chance for growth, a chance to burn,

Away the doubts and naysayers' words,

And rise to the top like soaring birds.

So bring on the critiques, I'm ready to fight,

I'll take the punches and stand up with might,

And one day, I'll look back on this strife,

And proudly say, I lived my life.

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