Fools are wise
At times a fool I’d rather be, in the eyes of those who daily I see.
Allow them to criticize the me they think they understand only,
Inside I hide a part of me away, and save it for that rainy day.
The day when enough of what others have to say, prevents them from looking at the true me!
Guaranteed a speech from the mouth of venom comes; knows not your way yet think they know you well!
A shame things have to work the way that, I will raise my voice and say untold truths that these critics whisper!
Yet look at who’s talking from their obscene mouths!
Immune to truth and born of lies, these devils disciples seek tears from others eyes.
So lie they will to get their way, not caring about the consequences of the tales they tell!
Where does it all end…..!
Back in their face, and laugh I will at their disgrace!
By Luvving
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