Voices all try to reach me,
Some trying to inspire me,
Some ignorantly hoping to advise me.
I hear them all,
I hear all to me call.
" You should try to write this way," some said,
I ignore them and write in my own style instead.
" You can learn much things from me," one says,
I respond, " I don't want to be you, nor walk your ways."
The voices seem louder and louder as I ignore them,
In return I sing them a part of my " Arrogance anthem."
Many voices, many opinions,
Do they not understand that only I am ruler of my dominions?
How is it that you give criticism,
When you yourself lack intellectualism?
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