Why did you lay a doubtful stare,
why did you try to pick a flare.
Fingers pointing, minds whirling,
anger burning, arms striking.
Battered and torn, I was almost gone.
You must be happy, to see me all alone.
No, I don't need your pity and neither sympathy.
I don't need your help and never your falsity.
Hostility - come what may, I will bear it all the way.
Judgements hurled, which painfully stay,
in my mind for the rest of my days.
Dissolve the shame and curb that jealousy,
tend your own life before it sways.
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