Is is fear?
or insecurities
on their part
the inadequacies they feel
When they are in your presence
The lack of human love
For thy neighbour lacks
What could the reason be
for when you insult me
I feel sorry for you
little fool
as to think
I care
what the opinions of a stranger are
when the sticks and stones
do but bruise my flesh
when you are all alone
When you end up at home
Your insults provide no comfort
But love will provide mine.








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