Conceded Thoughts of Truth
In life one makes enemies.
Some call it a curse,
but I call it a joy to have someone hate me.
Do they not realize that by hating me,
They are acknowledging everything that I am better at than them?
Or all that I have that they lack.
Yes, hate my guts speak ill of me but,
Realize that what you hate about me,
is something you might just lack.
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