They can criticize,
Make comments and remarks,
Though they are only as accurate as a roll of the di,
Believe in every inch of you, all the parts,
The curves, the lines, simply no price
No tag or label to pencil to your heart.
You have cried rivers from their vice,
They spoke from knives throwing hate like darts
Anger pervades their souls so that they may rise,
They entice you, while you search for love in empty carts,
At the market of reality, down the isle of ice,
Where there hearts are cold and torn apart,
Though ticks they stick to your like lice,
Sympathy engulfs you for their hearts,
Because though cruel, you can’t help but think twice.