You can see the hardness-
That comes from all the dirt.
You can see the harshness,
But you can’t see the hurt.
You may judge me harshly-
I really do not care-
For you, and people like you-
All helped to put it there.
You can’t know the loneliness-
I feel when in a crowd-
Nor feel the deep frustration
That I’ll never speak aloud.
So, tend to your own business,
Is my advice to you-
I’ll take advice from Shakespeare-
To my own self be true.
Poetry
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That’s good advice. There are people going to like you and then those who are not. No sense worrying about things you can’t change. Good poem and great advice.