Haters come and go
Sometimes they fill us with sorrow
At other times, they make us glow
Proud we are after all to be causing them some woe
Haters come and go
Like dogs bark after caravans
Yet should I let myself be bothered
Should I let my inner peace be shattered
Haters are like the seasons
Sometimes they do see in us some reason
At other times they stab us with precision
Yet, they realise not that I care not for their pricks
Haters, I love you
Thanks to you, I feel alive
Haters, I pity you
Without me, you would not exist!
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