PEOPLE ARE MEAN / Mama (Mama)
People Are Mean
By Veronica Partridge
My emotions leave me oh so numb and cold
All the while trying to regain some sort of control.
Whisperings behind my back saying things like she needs to “go on.”
So tell me all you wise people, since the picture for you is so clear,
How do I wipe out all those very too short, little eleven years?
How would you handle it since you have such great ideas?
I’ll accept any suggestions you have seeing it’s approaching now three long years.
Just so you know, and I mean it from my heart, I hope and pray your years never start.
My own family thinks I’m one step away from a padded cell or,
Even perhaps just one more pill might make me feel well.
Then there’s those of you who think I should just go it alone
And let my mind be as broken as my heart and dump the pill that helps me cope.
God has brought me here and God will bring me along
To where He thinks I should be in accordance with His timing alone.
And I trust He is with me, on this journey He alone has put me on.
Perhaps some of you have forgotten the “Golden Rule,”
Which says, “IF you have nothing nice to say don’t say anything cruel!”
Again, I pray such a place you’ll never ever be,
For once, I too, was as strong as an oak tree,
And now, I’m withered, like a dried up old weed.
Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be
Judged; and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.
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