"sharp words like needles
they tore my skin"
The audacity of you to suggest failure on my part strikes me now as apalling. At the moment, it was a bee sting. It has grown to a scabby head and I'm dying to flick it off. Far be it from me to suggest that I was a raging success, but is there any point really in opening up the can of worms that might explain why? Your arrogant derision did not go unnoticed. In fact, today as it kicks in, it makes my blood boil and my muscles clench. It really shouldn't bother me, but it does because for some reason I always end up feeling like a sucker.
How
dare you tell me I failed after all the second chances?
