V for Vendetta
There's a bitter sweetness in receiving calls from old lovers
in realizing that they are understanding for the first time what they have lost.
And there's a relief in the moment you let go of all your complexes
accepting what you thought was perfection, was really destruction.
It is a sort of self-affirmation, although it doesn't come from yourself
and somehow it means more than the affirmation you can provide for yourself.
Is my happiness never really complete unless I can rub it it someone else's face?
Can my success ever be fully satisfactory unless it impresses someone who hurt me?
Why do we kid ourselves, calling us independent..
when we aren't even responsible for how we feel about our own accomplishments?
There are always those who say that life's no competition
funny that it's always the ones who aren't winning.
You play you win, you play you lose.
You play.
And hope that your victory will be seen
by the one who caused your failures.
