I don't want your tyranny
There's no room for it in my life
Often wonder how you can't see
That there isn't need for unwanted strife
You say I portray one misunderstood
And yet I don't care about what one says.
Your analysis serves your own good
In some hopes my hackles be raised
I pen out art for art's sake
Not to be famous, not in the least
I do this for my own hunger to slake
And to beat out this beast
I could endlessly expound upon it
But this poem's done up in a sonnet.
So I wrote this one after reflecting upon people who might be in my life that I don’t really want to deal with. This is me just kinda venting my frustrations out in a way that I can feel alright with.
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MungKornZhifang
This is great poetry. I don't think I've really taken the time to say how good your poems are. I hope you'll feel better.