Envy

The mean spirited are the envious ones, just for fun, they block the sun,
With high hopes to drag me down, to try to cause a permanent frown,

Sinking to their level, do not dig, put down the shovel, reduce to small from big,
A tactic that is cheap, sneaking up on me like a creep, a hustle that gets old, the story unfolds,

People feel bold while they lie, another vain attempt, again they try, no need to wonder why,
I've got their number, it took me time while I was in a slumber, malicious mischief made me wonder, my livelihood was being plundered,

All from behind my back, while people put on an act, natural thing was to react with anger, people were deceived I was a danger.

What sometimes happened was rage, it set the stage for people's theatrics to use and abuse me, my life was destroyed I was not free,

Only to make the set up look real, illusions with intent to steal, my life taken made me feel, all that I needed was to physically heal.

People's reality I needed to figure out, using my eyes, people were talked about, I could not hear so I simply needed not to have shame, not having an opponent, it was an unfair game,