Attitude rises when the inner
Has no power left to bear itself?
Attitude can make the dead live,
But not to forget, nor to forgive.
It can burn a hole into relations,
Spoil and crush love and infatuations.
It can kill the desire to be free,
It can kill the desire to be 'me'.
It flushes down healthy talks and fun,
The world gets centralised to only 'one'.
When pride and vanity come in the way,
Charm and charisma don't tend to stay...
People walk with their heads held high,
But on the inside they just sulk and cry...
For people without this ugly trait,
Turn out to be the ideal mates!
There is only one message for me to send,
Help put a STOP! to this growing trend.