The music which i love,
Is not appreciated.
The music that i write,
Is not the social norm.
It is said that it will not be accepted,
Though i know, i know.
I know that my music will fill the world,
And people will love it.
Thousands upon thousands,
Millions upon millions.
All will flock to hear my music,
So FUCK you dad.
I will succeed, i will prevail,
I will rise above you.
You are wrong dad,
My music is great.
and it will be loved,
it will be appreciated.
So fuck you dad,
you are wrong.
this is me going off at my step-father, he thought that my music wont be accepted or liked or appreciated, but i have first hand proof it is so yeah
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Really
Intense poem. Don't let Michael read it though.
Everyone does and will love your music.
Love you
xoxo
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