We compete with one another you and I. I would rather see you burn then touch the sky. I would never let you know this, so I locked this secret down and I tell you to reach high. It is a lie. I am blinded by my own insecurities, and in a perfect world you and I could co-exist without my hatefulness. It is rooted inside, and it burns tonight for you not to achieve. I am guilty of hiding behind what you cannot see.