| I HATE THIS I hate this, To do something that I love, But not get realized, rectified, or even acknowledged that I do it I hate this, That people walk down the streets, Known for just one thing, But they get noticed, People wave, They smile, They say hello, But not me, I hate this that I can love something so much, And have people look down, criticize, And shun me for it, I hate this, That I can do my best and try my hardest, But never to excel to your standards, Your views, Or even make it to your likes list, I hate this, That because men came before me like, Poe, and Frost, That my poetry means nothing compared to these greats, That its to much of spectrum, Which we call teenage poetry I hate this, That just because I feel this way, I write it down and people push it off as adolescent behavior, So fuck you in your high up seats, Reading your big fat books, And counting your money in your penthouse suites, Because I am a poet, And even though you don�t realize, I will take your big fat seat. |