In shadows cast by judgment's gaze, They whisper words that sting and graze.

Their eyes, like knives, cut deep and true, They don't like you, they never do.

Their tongues aflame with bitter spite, They paint your faults in shades of night.

But heed them not, for in their view, They don't like you, but what of you?

For in your heart, a light still glows, Defying darkness as it grows.

Their scorn may wound, their malice brew, But they don't like you, that much is true.

Yet in your essence, strength resides, In winds of change, your spirit guides.

So let them scoff, let them pursue, For they don't like you, but you'll pull through.

For in the end, their disdain wanes, While you, with courage, break their chains.

Embrace yourself, in all you do, For they don't like you, but you'll see it through.

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