Fuck You

When I wrote
I wrote to be like and please
Trying to be at ease but
My peers said I was a loser
Family don’t care for the middle child
My teacher broke my dreams
My writings stood for me how I felt
But no one knew at the time where
My dreams, a cure for my depression
To ease the pain, and kept the suicidal thoughts
At bay, after years I’ve grown tired of the pain
Sick of the games, turned my back on my so-called
Friends I don’t need them fuck your friends
Because your friends are the ones that betray you in end
Distanced myself from my family I don’t knew them and
They didn’t know me them I didn’t want to be, teachers
Failing grades, bad intentions, lack of respect, disappointment
Finally I felt free, free of criticism, no more rules, boundaries
And censorship I can write whenever I want with no pressure
Bending the rules, words in my control so fuck the critics don’t
Give in to negativity, if someone tells you just tell them fuck off
If someone say poetry is stupid just fuck you, and if you don’t
Like my poetry and you some stupid fuckin comment, then fuck you
I’ve fought to hard and been through too much hell and high water
To accept and let people get in my way

By.nobonumb

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i was so angry
because i ran into an old (former friend) and we got to talking and my poetry writing came up
among some other things and some old bad blood was still present and ignited and we ended arguing and i don't think
where going to be talking again and its sad because i see that person quit often
so i tried to put anger into words into poetry but i failed miserably

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