“Why do they think they are”

Some guys don’t see what I’m trying to do.

They tell me I’m doing it wrong.

Like they would know.

They don’t even understand what I’m doing.

Or why I’m doing it.

How do they have the audacity to tell me I’m doing it wrong?

Who do they think they are?

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