Not A Disillusion

Unlike me, I love me.

Hate me and I smile

Because you attempt at depleting

My confidence.

Morally I don't hate you.

Because I attempt at increasing

Your envy.

Yeah I am a youngster

Writing things that don't make sense.

Because I write what I feel.

Writing is not just my art

But my soulmate

That knows more about me

Than I do.

It transforms my individuality

And optimizes my personality.

When I am lost

It empowers me

To always search for the beginning

Cuz' this journey has no end.

So your criticism is like the ground

That never made it to the top.

So don't blame me for your insecurity.

Oh. I get it.

You want to change who I really am

Due to my nonconformity

To the world and the rest

Of so called "humanity".

How about I clarify my position.

I am a black hawk who is not

Distracted by heights.

I eat what I like.

Your salty insults

Are delicious.

Just like my prose

Your odium seasons my style.

Notice that you're actually feeding me

More than what I need.

So dislike my writing

And I continue writing

Cuz' this ain't no disillusion.