I remember the first breakthrough - Truly, I'd never forget that event Eighteen years ago. The first rise, the first high, It came as a surprise to others.
And, through the years, I thought I could carry the flame - bore an ego of superiority - while the world watched. The eyes of the world Were on me Each time I stepped into the ring; And each time, That would threaten to bring me to my knees.
Their gazes Gradually Became harder to bear over The years.
Fear of mockery, of dissent, of the piercing thought That those years ago Were merely a fluke; Then, as they continue to do now, resound in my head.
With a heavy heart, I look to you - my salvation - knowing We're only toxic together.