The Delight of Failure

I'm surrounded 

by scrutinizing glares

They have unclear identities

Unclear intentions

I keep walking forward, but

harsh whispers pull me ten steps back

I try to keep going, ignore whoever hates me

I don't see them, so surely they don't exist

The eyes slowly disappear

And in their place, green lips

Snarling at me and yelling so loud the walls shake:

"You failed!"

So why exactly am I still smiling?

Reviews

[sette]

i like the twist to the poem, it makes me think that despite the failure here i am still standing tall.

[Yemariam Markos]

Thank you, the review is greatly appreaciated

[sette]

you are very much welcome