Treasure Island

Aldo Kraas

(July 15 1964 / Sao Paulo Brazil)

BITTER MAN


Bitter man
Feels very angry inside
That he wants to scream
Bitter man
Feels hurt
Bitter man
Hates to be put down
Bitter man
Doesn't know how to stop
The jealousy that other people feel about him
Bitter man
Doesn't have a peace of mind
Because the other people doesn't have respect for him
And he does have respect for other people

Submitted: Saturday, June 12, 2010
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  • Colleen Courtney (7/7/2014 3:56:00 PM)

    Sometimes you have to stop worrying about the thoughts of others and concentrate only on numero uno! Sound advice! Trust me! (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (6/17/2014 3:01:00 PM)

    ............sometimes taking a nice long walk alone can help you to find peace....great write... (Report) Reply

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