Who are you, just a certain someone
Who knows not my life, or the trials I face.
Call me by names you think fit for me,
I promise I’m fine, without your little grace.
You question my judgement, strangely when
You won’t take anything to be where I am,
Had I ever sought out any blessings from you?
Think hard and well, before trying to slam.
Your eyes size me up from far far away,
The assault continues way long after that.
I bite my tongue, hold the colourful words back,
But trust me in my mind, you’re a rotten rat.
Am I wrong in being so wary of some people,
And wanting to remove them from life, forever?
Turning a new leaf will do me a world of good,
If friends be like this, I’ll say I want none, never.
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