Many moons ago
My grandmother had said
Not everyone is
Going to be your friend
Why don’t they like me
I’ve wondered to myself
Time and time and time again
You’re just too nice
I’ve heard some say
So I can’t stand you
Go away!
No matter where you go
No matter where you tread
You will always find a foe
Who will wish that you were dead
You don’t have to say or do
Anything to cause this truth
It exists solely with or without you
People will be jealous
People will be hateful
People will accuse you
Of many things
And act distasteful
You can be true to who you are
You can shine your brightest light
You can come at them with love
And they will hate you
Just for spite
There is nothing you can do
To convince them to love you
There are no words you can write
To open up their hearts and eyes
No matter where you go
No matter where you tread
You will always find a foe
Who will wish that you were dead
Many moons ago
It was my grandmother who said
Not everyone is
Going to be your friend
© GÄ
Poétique 