Some, Others
Who do I believe?
With so many voices,
Some telling me
what to do,
Others telling me
Some aren't
really there.
But Some are so clear
and they know
everything about me,
but still
they
don't show
their faces.
While Others are there,
and they smell horribly.
They all scream at me at once,
telling me
I'm hearing things.
Some tell me
Others talk about me
behind my back.
And I notice
they,
they stare at me
when
they think I'm not looking.
But I see them
and now
I understand.
Some tell me
"Others are evil,
Others are
plotting against you."
Should I
listen to some?
After all
they know
how important I am.
While Others
don't seem
to
acknowledge my nobility.
Yet Others
still tells me
Some
aren't real.
And Some
won't
show themselves.
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