This is based on a story that I am currently writing.
She built a castle,
They saw an eyesore;
She planted trees all around to protect herself,
They interpreted it as a barrier between them;
She let the door open for them,
They saw it as being haunted;
She built a golden gate,
They said she was a flaunter;
The alley to the main door was filled with polished pebbles,
They saw concrete and gravels;
The front yard was filled with a variety of roses,
All they found were thorns;
The castle was statuesque,
They thought it hollow;
The ceiling was white and pure like her heart,
All that mattered were tiles as black as their thoughts;
Their greedy eyes and bottomless stomach saw a feast,
All she found was loneliness in the room;
She was conversant with all the types of visitors that came,
But it hurt every time, again and again.
I hope that you enjoyed it.
See you next time.