How many of you hate me
When you don’t know even know me?
How many judge
Not knowing my story
The insecure take time
To create insecurities
It helps them escape
Their sad reality.
Because misery loves company
They like to bring you down
Especially if they’re threatened
When your presence can be found.
It must be a full-time job
Being a hater fan of mine
You don’t like being unemployed
So that’s how you spend your time.
Carry on, be my guest
But I won’t pay you a wage
You can be my audience
Whilst I take the stage
You’re nothing but a jester
In my life am the queen
I hope you enjoy the show
It’s amazing and scene.
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