I hate this terrible form of expression/
Because of poetry I experience depression/
Due 2 this ‘art’ I witness my other side/
Cheerful and chatty was how I once was described/
But now its asif I have mentally died/
My emotion aint caused the commotion I believe/
That ur own emotions have achieved/
Me 2 reach this mental state I was relieved/
2 escape emotional pain….i was deceived/
because from writing shit a separate part of me is alive/
its starting 2 thrive therefore im taking a nose dive/
Starting 2 think about love again/
Is once more starting 2 corrupt my brain/
I hate this pain which my brain has manifested/
I could understand it if i was molested/
Yet I wasn’t but this pain keeps resurfacing/
Its a lot more than concerning its disturbing/
I wish I never read that 1st piece of poetry/
But I did it unknowingly
i hate poetry