To you, to them

To you, to them

Yea' those who can't be happy at others' accomplishments
Who hold grudges that are unknowingly your gift
Who pretend to be your well-wishers, but aren't really
Who are the hidden armoured agents in espionage
Often make espionage turn treason
Often make their hatred turn prison
Are the ones to be most afraid of.

I'm talking about the people who don't turn around to be the stone
But are hiding the biggest rocks within themselves
That make the biggest hurdling mountains
Tall peaks ultimately elevating to your highness or more
To bring you low.
The people who do not likely seem to be the temporaries
But are merely the shadows
Who have always been seemed so real, raw and natural
But ain't more than an apparition.

Those who feel you the unknown brat,
Tell them that you know more than they ever can
But the contrast is that:
You know well where to use your brain.

Tell them that you're happier than their sadness,
Gifted than their grudges,
Better than their wishes,
Armed against their armour,
Mole to their spy,
Key to their prison,
Splash to their rocks,
Higher than their endurance.

This in no sense means
That you need to ail your brain thinking of them.
But what you need to do now is to
calm yourself down,
take a deep breath,
Stand yourself
Not gainst 'em
But to use them so sagaciously that, no negativity can
Ever harm you.

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