Criticize me

Criticize me


Please, hurl your words.

Sticks and stones, do you worst.

I’ll feed off your anger.

I eat jealousy.

Please, make your jokes.

I’ve heard them all.

I’ve been through worse, yet I’m walking tall.

I’ll turn all your hate around.

While you stew in your disgust.

I’ve got plenty words left my friend.

So do as you must.

I’ll laugh.

You’ll cry.

I’ll live.

You’ll hide.

I’ll raise my glass.

To a place in the sky.

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