Doubt and Faith

Inept failure,
Deserving censure,
Shameless tool,
Deserving to drown in a pool,
Of his own blood,
To grovel in the mud,
All of his days,
A failure in all his ways.
Weak whelp,
Their condemnation is felt.
I feel it every day,
In sunshine and gray.
I never measure up,
Never to drink from the cup,
Of accolade and praise,
Never to raise,
To my lips and drink,
Or even to think,
To touch the chalice,
Of rousing success.
A failure among my own kin,
Seemed destined to never win.
But I know that I am more,
Deep down in my core.
I am not just failure and defeat,
I can be more I can be great,
I can bear my allotted weight,
But not within their sight,
Which turns my day into night.
Their crushing down destroys me,
That I can not ever be,
Who I was made to become,
More than the sum,
Of my potential capacity,
But when she is with me,
With her faith like a rope,
Inspired by her hope,
I know I am more,
Deep within my core.
And I can succeed and grow,
Victory's taste we together can know.