Feb 2021
How
They asked
Can you Hate
That which others hold so dear
That which is the product
Of your blood sweat and tears
How can you Hate
That which you create
The answer I give
Always the same
It was piece
I made it out of vain
It exist
Just because of pain
It's worth
Justified by those who say
What a beautiful piece of art
Unfortunately burned into my brain
The praise of the piece
The one I hate
They asked
Can you Hate
That which others hold so dear
That which is the product
Of your blood sweat and tears
How can you Hate
That which you create
The answer I give
Always the same
It was piece
I made it out of vain
It exist
Just because of pain
It's worth
Justified by those who say
What a beautiful piece of art
Unfortunately burned into my brain
The praise of the piece
The one I hate
I really hate the poem I wrote called rain and this is honestly how I feel about it. I haven't taken it down as a lot of people seem to enjoy it but I feel the emotion is just what people want to hear. It doesn't really mean anything so much as it was just how I felt at a time.
