People aren’t always going to like what you say, write, post
Hell, they may not like anything that you have to put out into the world.
Or maybe, they just don’t understand what you’re trying to get at,
or there’s the chance they do, but are playing the blind eye to
what you’re writing or saying that they just don’t seem to fully grasp it.
They’re your words that you write,
They’re your thoughts that you think,
The pictures you hold in your memory;
The songs that you hold close to your heart,
The memories that leave you with lessons,
The scars that leave you with a story,
It’s just your life you’re living, not the person in the next room, or around the globe.
It’s your life your holding the pen to, it’s your life your living.