The Prophecy (Poem)

This is a self-proclaim prophecy,
To rekindle the strong heart,
And stand out from the rest.

It is something I must do,
For I am a perfectionist.
To prove the rest,
That I can be among the best.

Not just to earn respect,
But to prove myself worthy.
Hence, I will not just be a talker,
But, a walker.

I will bring everyone down,
For looking on me down.
Despise them discreetly,
Will be the strength of my motivation.
This intolerable frustration,
Shall give me the inspiration,
To come back stronger.

I have promise myself,
To get back the old self,
Capable of the right,
To have bragging rights.

This is a self-proclaim prophecy,
That I Must fulfill.