Why care what anyone else may think,
your way is wrong your morals stink.
Childish beliefs that you hold true
are the only badge you know is you.
Lambasted as foolish with blind contempt,
to eat the truth makes diet exempt.
When you bounce a ball that kicks untrue,
then the hands that dropped it belong to you.
Trust the mirror it knows the fact,
that what you see is constructed act.
To ease the pain of what life ought to be
and so the shame of one belongs to me.