I have grown to hate poetry!

Damn you, poetry…
You demand too much honesty
you force vulnerability.

Why?

These people are cruel,
they all make fun of me
sticks and stones both hurt;
I lied…the rejection stings

Damn you, poetry
you force me to mourn and move on
when I am really in pain,
when I am tired…
You have placed a taboo upon me,
to write or cease living,
and now I can never stop, will never stop

…damn you, poetry!

af

(written on pen and paper, completing my first marble notebook of the project!!!)