It Means Everything

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I wrote a poem and showed it
Despite myself not being confident
My words were too much
For someone to comprehend such
He asked me to explain
I got angry at him for having a small brain
He guessed what I meant
And had audacity as he sent
Me his smiling face
It wasn't his place
To tell me it was good
When he hadn't even understood
He skimmed over it and I guarantee
He only saw the rhyme scheme
Not the message I had conveyed
Is it okay to feel a bit betrayed?
Before showing off I should think,
Will they do more than simply blink?
I suppose I shouldn't expect
Much from the person I choose next
To read over my writing
I'm tired of hiding
My anger with this total nonsense
I need new friends, mine are too dense

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