My loath is upon those haughty,
Because the action they flaunt is naughty.
Claiming themselves as winners,
But are seen to be as typical sinners
Using their folks as if they were tools
But eventually consider them as fools
We respect them as if they were rules
And we scorn there behind as if they were stools
We need to tell there actuality
In order to mend there personality
Whether it may or may not hurt them wholly
It's better to treat them before they become lonely
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Sentiments
PoetryThese words are a piece of my thoughts, In my mind it flows, it blows, it floats My skills may not be as high as the ceiling, But it's an easier way to express my feelings.
