Doctor Grandma

I try to accept

that people judged me

to be something I am not,

that their vision was so small,

that they knew me so little,

that they were so out of touch with who I am,

but it doesn’t help.

They know not a thing about me.

and when you give 500 percent,

and they throw you out like trash,

nothing makes any sense

anymore.

Idiots are free to roam the world

and take away the life

of others.

So you have to find a new way of understanding,

of coping with reality.

You have to know that when you get down to it,

there is only one who is in charge of your life,

your joy, and your place in the world,

and that is you.

So you just keep on giving,

forget your self,

and choose to be of service.

There is only One worth pleasing,

and there is always another day.

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