Hate

So much hate
For something you create
It could be anything
Even your wedding ring

Could it be jealousy
Or is this just a fallacy
Who knows who cares?
People will still give you stares

The way you part you hairs
Even the way you climb stairs
Don't give it a second thought
Your style can't be bought

Live your life the way you want to
Not the way your told to
Do what you want to do
If people don't like it tell them to go find another view