I walk by every day
Minding my own business.
The harsh words you say
Seem to be constant and endless.
You criticize everything I do.
I'm not perfect, you know.
And guess what: Neither are you.
But do I inspect you for flaws 24/7?
I don't. But it doesn't matter.
Your hateful words will be pebbles against a brick wall.
Because now it will end.
You will never see me fall.
But as I walk away in victory,
I'll leave a question that has been answered by none.
Get ready, because I don't think you know the answer yourself.
What have I done?
What have I done to make you so bitter?
What have I done to make you hate me with such a passion?