Once I believed that it was so good when
Someone else had reasons to be proud of you
And equally distressing when your actions
With every attempt made their face blue.
It seemed such a hopeless stage to me
Unless I realised it was not to be
That life is to live for yourself and
You don’t have to be perfect for others to see.
They will be complaining behind your back
Cheering and praising in front
They blame your for every fault
And take credit for every marvellous stunt.
Sometimes we forget for whom we live
And let others decide who we should be
Life is ors ,decisions should be ours
We should be us as we’re free.
It is not a strength but a weakness
To have a kind heart that cares the most
In this unkind world where its’ peoples’ habit
To make others miserable and then to boast.
So let aside your imperfections and take pride
Then see how happiness comes and remains by your side.