The Haters

They only live to see your mistakes Like what they do is a big stake Pinning others give them their pride Like it's their ticket for a ride All those prying eyes throwing stones Like they don't have a life of their own Saying things they don't understand Giving yourself their own dark brand Tongues that speak gibberish words Like novice hands that play with swords I don't know if what prize do they gain Fools they are that try to catch the rain