I tried to please you, showed you my skill
Mockery was all I received, a bitter pill.
You continue to kill my passion, throw my love to the wind,
Evil thoughts of retribution throw me towards sin.
Hatred directs my movement towards you,
It has soaked my very core, through and through.
You created me, brought me up in pain,
An offspring of discontent,
Your narrow mind caused my creative strain.
Others accept my gift, a light to some,
The death of your mind is soon to come.
I will leave you soon, the stress I can't bear,
The length of the rope will be my final stare.
"Dedicated to all those creative minds who were criticized by the ones who were suppose to be closest to them. May God bless the misunderstood and creative minds who left us by their own hand".
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