There are some who wish you well
And some who wish you dead.
Some who wish you stood and fought,
Some who wish you fled.
Some who place you higher up,
Some who place you low,
Some who wonder who you are,
Some already know.
People all around your life,
Who have their ideas of you,
A rebel, fighter, whiner, crier,
A person with nothing to do.
There are some who wish you life,
And some who wish you hate,
It all depends on the idea of you
That you inspired them to create.
Copyright January 20, 2015. This post may not be copied or reproduced with out express permission from the author.
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