To The Meanspirited Anonymous Who’s Bitter Words Did Nothing But Make Me Scoff & Write Another “Emotionless” Poem
I pour my soul out with this pen
Every word my own
I share myself with those who listen
Invite the willing inside my home
I open up and write my thoughts
My private ideas and fears
I share my worries, hopes and dreams
Explain my inexplicable tears
Who are you to beat me down
To say I have no heart
If my writing doesn’t speak to you
Should I take back my uneventful start?
Do your opinions bring me down
Put me in my place?
You say I write without any feeling
You’re spitting purposely into my face
I cannot stop the things I feel
I want to write them down
You can choose not to read them
But refrain from saying things with the purpose of bring me “around”
I pour my soul out through these hands
Type words up for all to see
I enjoy writing what I write
I’m not writing for you; just for me.
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