Haters

Haters

I have a lot of haters. I love them, I understand the law of polarity. I know love and hate are two sides of the same coin. I know what lurks in their subconscious minds. I reside in their minds rent free. I haunt their conscious minds and so they have to project their inadequacies. I am empathetic to their insecurities. I understand their insufficiencies. I am the repressed voices in their minds that are audible. I understand their anger with the world. I am the battle they wish to conquer, the hurdle they wish to get over. Hence Amsterdam fishhooked McGloin. I am their shadow manifested. They worship the land I walk on. I bring meaning to their lives, the Joker to their Batman. I am everything they want to be, everything they yearn to be. I am the pinnacle for their achievements. I am like smoke, I linger around and disappear like an illusion. They want to possess me and retain me as their prisoner. They can’t touch me like air. They can’t control me, I am remote like a statelite.

I love my haters. I need my haters. They put the spotlight on me. They are my paparazzi and I love it, I love the attention; I am a star, the gold standard. The absolute greatest. I am grateful for them. I understand the prayers for my downfall. I understand the attempts to bring me down like gravity. To be the man, you have to beat the man and you haters are flaccid. Step up like a transformer to at least have a chance!