I’ll rewrite myself
My mind,
My soul.
Anything for those
Of which I must atone.
Erasing my music,
My art,
My poems.
All to satisfy
The ones who don’t care.
I’ll rewrite myself
My mind,
My soul.
Anything for those
Of which I must atone.
Erasing my music,
My art,
My poems.
All to satisfy
The ones who don’t care.
My "friends" were hating on my taste in everything today and I lashed out. I wrote this poem to help me calm down.