I wonder why I’m hated so much I make it my business to pull down cosy blankets of make-believe housing comfort zones I believe I’m born to destroy illusions bred in chambers of self-constructed mirrors I wonder why I’m hated so much
I wonder why
I wonder why I’m hated so much I make it my business to pull down cosy blankets of make-believe housing comfort zones I believe I’m born to destroy illusions bred in chambers of self-constructed mirrors I wonder why I’m hated so much
Reena Saxena 
Complicated scenario that would be an interesting topic to dialogue about someday. To me, the key is maintaining one’s integrity, regardless of the peripherals.
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Life seems okay, as long as one can live by our keys.
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Some people just don’t like to hear the truth, I guess! Others read poetry 😊
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A great line, Ingrid! Thanks 😀
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I hear a lot of pain in this. A wanting of inclusion at odds with needing to stand in personal truth.
Thanks for sharing your words.
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Thank you, Ali! Gratitude!
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Truths are never really welcome… but neither are lies.
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You are so right. Flattery is a different line.
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I suppose the truth teller is often feared and then hated.
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Agree. Thank you, Merrill!
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😦
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The teller of truths, nothing false will stand the testimony of one who stands outside the bubble.
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Thank you! You put is so aptly – standing outside the bubble.
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Most welcome Reena, you see clearly.
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Your quadrille is an intriguing puzzle that prompted many readings. I’m still not sure I’ve come up with the correct answer.
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I take it as a compliment. Thanks!
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it was meant as such, Reena.
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Thanks 😀😀
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