They call me stupid for writing poetry
They call me stupid for having dreams
They make fun of me when I succeed
They cheer when I fail


Repetition
Alliteration
Assonance
Rhyme Scheme
Parallelism
They all hate


Stupid terms with no meaning
The things that keep my heart beating
I don’t know if they’ll like this one either
But I’ve never wanted to please them neither


Wonder what they’ll say
When they see me one day
If they regret all the mean things they said
Or if they’ll all just wish I was dead


They said I would never have friends
But I do
They said I would never love again
But I do
They said I would never write again
But I do
They said I would never get up again
But I did