Having Amazing News

 Having amazing news 

But forcing yourself mute

For the sake of others

Why pass them your horn to toot?

You can feel the gossip 

Almost hear the whispers in the wind,

graze your skin

Thinking the worst

Knowing it comes from those who call themselves friends

You already know

 who among is capable

Yet you force yourself mute

Being part of the first selected 

Can feel amazing

But when your friends are left behind,

You dont feel the need for the praising

They claim it won't be fake

That they would be genuinely happy for you

But who really is?

What you have,

is the same prize 

you all set out to pursue

They wish to trade

They wish to be part

They feel more deserving

That life just dealt bad cards

But God's timing is everything

But how can you say that without sounding cocky

You can't

So you stay silent

Letting them hate you for the moment

Letting them feel you have pride to not share the news

Letting them feel maybe you did not make it too

Because the timing is wrong

Why put others in that position?

Why get in their heads

They will know eventually

But why must you be the one

 to shoot their hopes dead?