If you're sweet, you earn contempt,
And if you're sour, hatred;
The sum of the attentions force
By kindness, unabated.
If you try to guess their mind,
Nine of ten's guessed wrong,
So don't construct your actions
To suit them, all day long.
Just be yourself and that's enough,
Cause they'll do what they will;
If disassembling is their wont,
Can't matter what you feel.
Remember that this too shall end,
Keep counsel with what's true;
You are the one you answer to-
Real humans are too few.
A real poem written by a real poet; and correct you are, real humans are indeed too few.
Does this go for pirates? I will stop worrying what my victims think of me. Great writing, to the point.
Really_____Real humans are too few.I feel your poem as a sermon.Nice!
'To thine own self be true' philosophy expressed here. Very good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sorry but i like it lol just kidding. great understanding it makes me remember all of the times i've been vulnerable. i like its contradicting essence as well.