Brown eyes crying- Tears brought unto itself. What sympathy can I muster, To the brown eyes That brought tears to mine?

You breed your words with hate and heat So the tunes play to your beat But you wonder why the world can’t stand These ideas spilling from your hands The world must know! The world must see! That I am right; they must agree. Here’s why the show is winding down, The people you’ve turned into clowns, The people who have built you up, Are through marching in your setup. Too often you speak in self-defense Believing you've put in twenty cents And for every word that others’ speak Whether a praise or some critique You always return with twenty fold Establishing your truth as gold You throw around the term self-care That soft reminder to be aware That to give to others properly, You must give to yourself equally Self-care should not defend your wrongs But help you build and foster bonds. (To build a home one does not Take the wood from others’ lots To build a home one must know That it can't be finished all alone It’s taking care of what you’ve got And letting others fill empty spots.) You ask me what wrong you’ve really done And load my words inside your gun!  I won’t let my weapon down today, Cause now I have the strength to say: That always needing and wanting to get your way Has made the people around you walk away.   The puppets working under the marquee Tired of that ringmaster who’s just exactly -  Ms. master emotional manipulator, behold! It’s you behind the curtain fold.