I hate all of you.
All but two of you.
I know my poems ****
But yours **** even worse.
All I see
Is pity me
And like my depression Poetry
No love
On here but desperate love
And I hate it.
It's one thing to write
About it once or twice
But after the tenth time
You forget how to rhyme
Maybe it's slime
Hoping you'll shine
And just those four lines
Sum up your artistic ability.
Sorry.