The bitter me

once loud goti,gnored and hurt the craft of words bitter, twisted were like stones but no shame ingenuity of people a curse and the test I would rather observe than join the mess we are good only under one roof Respect,once it evacuate we are deep in malice whispers of "he is a fool "behind the back ,we are good to detach then ,lost of love for defection the story to the bitter end witness the bitter me