You’re walking on eggshells, and everything you do to try to make it better backfires,
since some people don’t want to be satisfied.
Vindictive vendettas taken out on you,
like some people need something to be mean to,
and if they see you as a person, you can’t be their thing,
so they call you a problem and use you for their pain,
when their hate is their own fault,
and there’s nothing you can do
to make someone understand what they choose not to-
Your words, your voice, your upstanding soul.
So your heart bleeds, your mind is upheaved,
but you must come to know
the problem isn’t you,
and it isn’t your own.
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Some people believe it is clever to be cruel, they are the deluded ones!
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