As they gladly rip your legs from your body, then
Complain that you can't run fast enough for them
They'll poke your eyes from your skull, screaming
And demand you describe images of your dreams
But they can't demand the perfection of your heart
They can't see inside, due to their own caused scars
So keep your dignity, you deserve that, and more
If you love, if you hope, it resides inside your core
Don't let people neither morally nor factually perfect
Keep you from reaching heights you are meant for
