The worst thing for one to be
is the one who cried wolf when there were none to see
Your words are as empty as your brain
but despite your doings you are not my bane
You stomp your feet and await response
But I treat you with nonchalance
You are worth too little for me to feel concerned
Because my place here has long been earned
Mark my words, I am hear to stay
But if this is the game you wish to play
Stick around you hapless fool
In the end we will see who is to rule
This is the war that I will win
Because I have virtue despite my sin
I have made mistakes and have regret
and those are things I won't soon forget
But in spite of all, I still have hope in my fate
Even when other hearts fill with hate
I choose to love and care and thrive
and I don't need approval to survive
My family and friends know the truth in my life
So I will not allow petty fools to cause my undue strife
You can continue on your silly quest
to put my sincerity to the test
But know this, that the harder you fight to prove me wrong
the more you drive me to stay strong.
1 comment:
Elizabeth, this is my first visit to your site and I find it very
creative page, enjoyed it :) Beautiful Poetry
Take Care
Marinela
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