As one grows up,

many things from the world shine on thee,

as well as people who will try to bring you down. 

Something I don't understand is why people have to hate

If everyone gave love towards each other 

living on earth would be a better place

No matter the color of someone, we are still the same

we bleed the same color

Learning to have a kind heart is heard but worth it

I have been called names and bullied

But growing up I learned not to be like them

growing up, shedding love even on the ones that hurt you 

is better than talking trash on them

Don't be like them, be better

In times some may be thankful for you being nice when they're were mean

some might not be. But always do your best to be kind

Don't be like the ones that hurt you but be better.