Those around you
look at you
one with a bond
another with a taunt
one with a smile
another with a vile
the looks are not the same
they could blame
else they would stare
with a flare
be they around you
each one have their rue
rely not on them in all
accept not their every call
be yourself as always
never give out even in a trace
the inner self and mind
they would pull you in a bind
this be my advice to you
go ahead without a clue.
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