Disclaimer: you know.
Is this poem from Nny's POV, or someone else's? You decide. DON'T flame, please. If you don't like it, just ignore it. I know the style and everything is screwed up, but I'm just trying to get a point across here, people. And those of you who take my writings literally will know what I mean. Some may call this poem controversial, but it's not meant to be.
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What makes me so fucking angry,
Is all just a simple poem.
When people judge me by a piece of my heart
Instead of bothering to read the whole thing.
Just run their eyes over my life's lines
And make their judgments without going in deep.
Take something with no meaning at all
And poke around till they can build one for themselves.
Take something black
Call it white
And maybe it's true
Maybe day really is night.
But when people try and tell you that
Their way is the only way to be right
It makes me so fucking angry.
When people don't know you
But act like they do
And lecture you like
You're their child
It makes me so fucking angry.
I'm not your painting.
You can't make adjustments
To my lines
Before an art show.
You can't melt me away
With paint thinner.
I'm a real person.
And when someone acts like I'm just an illusion
It makes me so fucking angry.
I'll be here.
And it makes me so fucking angry
When you act like I'm not.
*/*/*
Don't flame, OK?
Is this poem from Nny's POV, or someone else's? You decide. DON'T flame, please. If you don't like it, just ignore it. I know the style and everything is screwed up, but I'm just trying to get a point across here, people. And those of you who take my writings literally will know what I mean. Some may call this poem controversial, but it's not meant to be.
*/*/*
What makes me so fucking angry,
Is all just a simple poem.
When people judge me by a piece of my heart
Instead of bothering to read the whole thing.
Just run their eyes over my life's lines
And make their judgments without going in deep.
Take something with no meaning at all
And poke around till they can build one for themselves.
Take something black
Call it white
And maybe it's true
Maybe day really is night.
But when people try and tell you that
Their way is the only way to be right
It makes me so fucking angry.
When people don't know you
But act like they do
And lecture you like
You're their child
It makes me so fucking angry.
I'm not your painting.
You can't make adjustments
To my lines
Before an art show.
You can't melt me away
With paint thinner.
I'm a real person.
And when someone acts like I'm just an illusion
It makes me so fucking angry.
I'll be here.
And it makes me so fucking angry
When you act like I'm not.
*/*/*
Don't flame, OK?