In the shadows of social life
Lurks a darkness, filled with strife
Where hate and anger reign supreme
And nothing is quite as it seems
People revel in their inner pain
Projecting it out with disdain
Their words are like knives, sharp and cold
Cutting deep into the soul
But do not fret, my dear friend
For their hate will come to an end
Their inner demons will soon be revealed
And their cruel words will no longer wield
So do not worry about their opinion
For it is only a reflection
Of the pain and hurt they carry within
A battle they are yet to win
Focus instead on your own light
And let it shine, oh so bright
For in the end, love will always prevail
And their hate will simply pale.
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Breaking The Mold: Poetry For A New Era
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