Haters are those, that never were given any chances, that blew their chances, or that never took the chance.

There will always be haters. And the more you grow the more they hate; the more they hate the more you grow.

So many birds sitting around, on a dead wire, a bare branch, a cold ground, a drifting seashore; never realizing the glory in their wings and where it can take them, nor the envy as we look on them.

Sometimes it's hard to look at a flower, when your dying inside.

Gain fame, and the paparazzi or media waits and watches for them to slip, just to shame their name.

Even envy, wants to even the score.

Envy, is Pride's greatest Fear.