There are so many who love to scorn,
They are the ones who blow one's horn.
To cast aspersions upon the others,
They never see that they are hunters.
They love to hunt out what looks so less,
So they can be better to confess.
That they deserve the praises massed,
To call all others to celebrate how they've surpassed.
But, do not despair because these so glorious called,
Are nothing more than themselves enthralled.
You, instead, are at the top,
Not ever needing to namedrop.
You need not dare compare,
To those who really have no flare.
Just do your best, give it all you've got,
You will make more headway and be on top.
It doesn't matter what others say,
You just do your best and don't be swayed
You are the one you answer to,
And to yourself always be true.
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Musical Symphony Of My Unsaid Words✅
PoesíaMusical Symphony of my Unsaid Words Cover Credits: @Shreejita23 Dedication: My Ikigai(guess who??) Everyone: What is Poetry? My Answer: Reads the following verses A poem must be something that can me pleasurably read, It can even be a poem about so...
