Like it or not
People will throw stones at you
You either build a beautiful edifice with it or
You throw it back at them
You choose!

My mama used to tell me
Keep moving, don’t stop!
She says that all the time
But sometimes I wonder
What if I stop to ponder?
Does it mean I’ve shunned her?
What if I’m on a wrong track?
Will I find my way back?
I’d rather be slow on a right track
Than be fast on a wrong one
So I said to her
Mama, I don’t mean to be rude
But I won’t just keep moving
I will stop at some points
And look at my compass
To be sure I’m still on track
Because it is not how far but how well

I had my life together, like a bird with its feathers.
Then I heard something very interesting…
I pursued it, not caring where it led.
It stopped my healing and I held my head.
Hearing it made me wish I was dead
The whispers of a hater opened the door.
I'm a disappointment, that's for sure.
But somehow I felt like I belonged a little more...
I knew what they were feeling and saw the cards they were dealing.
Instead of walking away, I decided to play.
Their smart remarks felt like sharp knife driven into my heart.
Tears made things worse.
I vowed that day never to let my eyes leak.
I didn’t want to seem weak.
I slammed the door shut, but I still hear the voices.
Please stop the noises, I can’t handle them anymore.