Living the life of doubt in a world of hate and crime. Nothing can be said or done without a judge to comment. Hanging back to stay out of the way, but couldn't move fast enough. Getting hit in the face with the words of criticizers. Seeing the body of someone once known to just see it as something old. Watching the words swim around in the air like butterflies, but getting hit with each one while it feels like a million bee stings. Walking away from each hurtful word to just get stabbed in the back. Not turning around as to keep my head held high.