There are too many people out there
Who will try to put you down,
Who will make a mess of you when you were trying to start afresh,
Too many people who are rude enough
To kick you with their shiny peep-toe heels,
Too many people who believe in hurting by sarcasm,
Who feel the need to validate their pride
By forcing it upon you.
Yes. There’s too many of them.
But, my love, there’s so much of you
That’s pushing through that hate,
So much of you that’s breaking those walls
And rising above that cloud of disdain,
So much of you that’s fighting.
And that may not give you immunity from them
But it’s what gives you a spirit so unlike
Those poor souls who wander the earth in search of prey,
Unaware that their prey are far, far beyond them.