Misery seems to find you where ever you go.
Whispers immediately flood the room as soon as you burst on the scene.
Your the topic of all conversations taking place behind your back.
Envious and jealous mongrels find kinship in packs.
If cold stares could speak they would echo your name.
Your the object of ridicule.
The target of malicious intent.
A magnet for gossip.
A landing pad lies.
It happens to you so frequently you've completely numb to it
Now you feel strange if they're not conspiring against you.
You've grow "that" use to it
Yet ,sometimes you catch yourself wondering why do they it.
Why is it always you?
The answer is simple.
Only one of ones know.
You destined to be great and see the potential inside you.
They hate how the Universe has favored you.
That's they always bitter.
They why they have such nasty things to say.
That's why most of receptions you receive are so cold.
You on the path of righteousness.
You a blinding gem to behold.
You are the one.
Many are called.
Chosen are few.
You know this fact and they know it to.
HALLZIESPOETRYCORNER: Poetry with a passion.Poetry for all occasions.™
HLH 11/11/2026
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