Poem: Spiteful me

Do you not like me?

Do my eyes hide secrets that you cannot read?

Is my heart laying on my sleeves?

My walking this earth is causing you pain.

Then the sense in my smile will bring the rain.

This is not to be mean and spiteful.

I am trying to be real, and I sound delightful.

That is harsh and my words cut.

This is just the answers to something that was said.

Now get the pain and leave it out with the rain.

Then you will everything I do when it comes to me.

A person who is loved but hated with passion.

The being that is not always human but loves the world.

I am just me.

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