The clouds, the sky should tell me all.
I look deep within and still I fall.
Fall short of what I'm supposed to be
a caring loving individual,
that was all me.
I want to be the very best.
Stay on the good foot and pass the rest,
but every time I start to succeed
envious hands pull me back down onto my knees.
They never have a kind word to say.
Just criticize and scorn, then they're on their way.
I cannot grasp what's on their minds.
They can call the kettle black all of the time.
Lets turn the mirror so they can see what needs
to be pointed out within you, not me.
See the flaws within yourself.
Accept them, correct them be your very best.
You'll become a better person just you wait and see.
Look 'INSIDE' yourself first, then take a look at 'ME'
© Copyright 2012 THE GIFT a.k.a. Singleton M. Tate
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