I. Quite irritating and aggravating, Hater tater tots come wailing Prevailing in their scathing, vapid thoughts
Appreciating their own reflections, To the likes of Narcissussss Derailing your train of thought with their words:
Vile arpeggios of "you're mediocre" shift TO crescendos of "you're incompetent" TO diminuendos of "you can do it" in hopes of making you feel better, Although you know that bit of motivation from them is a lie—a blatant lie
II. Quite condescending and stupefying, Hater tater tots come to knock down your door of confidence Prevail in your defense of self-respect and vow to protect your house of strength
Appreciating your own reflection, To the likes of humility and empowerment Derailing their doubts about you with your actions:
Victorious arpeggios of "I'll still write" shift TO crescendos of "I'm better than my past selves" TO diminuendos of "I know I can do it" to stay afloat, Although you know that the flaming torch of criticism may burn you now and then—blatant pain
III. Amid the tornado of public criticism that your mind is rotating in, Amid your deteriorating state of motivation, Amid this negativity from others that is pure B.S.
IV. Bake the hater tater tots Burn them with your self-confidence
— Melody 3/13/19
Love your poems because you should appreciate your work the most.