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Where are they?
Why should you wonder?
There are stupid people 
Everywhere the sun is under
I’m one too,
I’ve been blundered.
I thought that I could change.
Did it work?
Well,
No,
I realized that the only being,
 That I could change is myself.

Scoping their prey,
With solemn moods,
Is what stupid people like.
They are aroused when you,
The goody-two shoe,
Is in strife.
Why?
Why?
Why?
You say to yourself,
Do they treat me this way?
They treat you so bad today,
Because they want your inner wealth,
And they want to spoil your health.

What’s inside they can’t take away,
But they can diminish the exterior of you,
If you allow them to,
And if you are to yourself untrue.
They hate what you have for no apparent reason,
Simply because you are in your blessing season.

If you can’t determine who they are,
Keep doing what you have to do better yourself,
And they will soon some to surface.
They are just hating because they don’t know,
Or are ignoring their assigned purpose.

Don’t you be bitter:
Smile; let your light shine,
While they are belittled.
Be an example for others,
Don’t fall into their traps.
Maybe they will wise up,
And stop looking at you,
The goody-two shoe,
And find their purpose,
Or just maybe they’ll keep being bad news.

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