They see me as the hater,
I wonder why would I be?
For all I do is for the latter,
Or whoever needed me.
My words are spikes, sour and bitter;
But they meant as what they should be:
For real words never sounded better,
As what others sweet-talking be.
I am no back-stabber,
Nor I meant to be such a nuisance;
But truth is always uglier
Than what it seems to be.
So come on, stop misunderstanding me,
For I speak only the truth,
And let the truth be me.
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