When I honestly express myself, certain people don't like it. Why don't they like it? Their vampiristic egos feed off of diminishing other's self-esteem. The flourishing blossom of my persona causes their ugly **** to feel uncomfortable and insignificant. Much like weeds, they would rather strangle a rosily blossom than contribute to the beauty of the garden.
Not a poem, just thoughts
And I know vampiristic isn't a word