I H A T E Y O U
Eight letters, but it still stings. As if you were grasping until eternity
Like a fabric that was laid down on a mattress
I blinked back to wonder what's going on with me
Why do you hate me?
Don't you like me?
Am i a fucking dirt for you to be shooed away, just like that?
After a milisecond, you scrutinized me - to rub, brush, and swat my hands away
Paradoxical feelings, almost brushing me off like a screwed-up paper that was once declined because of it's wrongful answers that were written unscented and was locked up,even.
Maybe hating you wasn't so bad after all. it only made me realize how bad you were back then as a villain that you used once to be.
Hating you wasn't so bad after all. It only makes me wanna paint all of my shitty paintings that were filled with my void feelings before i recognize you as an art.
I wanna be a human too - before i do some art.
And oops, i forgot to tell you that i really do hate you.
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PERSONA
Poetry"different faces, but shares the same perspective that no one knows about." START: 03/20/2024 END: TBA
