On surfaces friendly faces, Full of envy replete with evil jealousy. When they fail to follow your trail Thousands of flaws and faults in your work they trace. The poet wants to scream," l am not a part of your rat race." "You can't do this, you can't do that" This is what they would publically yell. The higher your flight the more they fright. At any cost stooping down to mean levels They intend to erase your being by clipping your wings and crippling your soul. For them you and your back breaking ventures turn out to be stumbling blocks, Which by hook or by crook they intend to crush and pierce, Using their biting tongues The moment your back is turned towards the flock. Your spirits are being crushed, Your confidence is being shaken, Your creativity is being murdered, Your heart is being broken. Mostly by those whom you trust the most. Beware, by chance if you stand for yourself and Give voice to your bleeding soul. You will for sure be blamed by them and...