Self Pity
Why hold dreams that will not come true?
Why have eyes of hate,
Of envy, and jealousy too?
Please, try to abate
your hatred for fate.
Why want this man's skills or fashion?
Don't you have your own
special traits, features, and passions?
Why pity and moan?
Start seeking and roam.
Roam to find reason to live life.
Light comes after dark.
Leave your self made anger and strife,
hear the songs of larks.
Leave life with a mark.
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