Poems of a broken artist

Shut it.

(author's note: 

This will include cussing which I censored(ish) so if you don't like just don't read it. This is also more of a rant and Yes I'm mad at someone. so hope you enjoy, have a nice day. )

Quiet. 

you're being noisy, you're life ain't meaning anything, useless words flowing while I move on and live my own damn life. 

Shut it. 

you're words flowing and I'm sick of listening, yes they go in one ear out the other, because they are meaningless to me. meaningless to my future, my dreams. 

Stop talking. 

you're ideas don't matter to me, your bit by bit breaking down isn't mattering to me. you're bullsh- ain't mattering to me. 

I don't want to know your Opinions. 

you're ideas on my dreams mean nothing, you're bit of horrid is showing dumba- , now shut up. my dreams ain't yours and I ain't your f-cking trial, try out. I'm a human with dreams and you're too late for yours, so leave mine f-cking be. 

No, this ain't talking back. 

you're bullsh- is just spilling out and no one can see past it now, you lying -ss jacka- . oh you hate liars do ya? well no one wants to hear how much You Hate yourself Dumba- . now Leave Me Be. 

Go Away. 

this my safe room, my dreams are locked up in here. I don't want you comin in and breaking these canvases of ideas, no need to watch you rip my sketchbooks while I try to pick up the pieces, you're not F-cking Allowed In. 

Leave me be. 

I'm happy with my little locked safe, you're ideas on mine are f-cking stupid. if they didn't work for you why are you pushing them on me, huh? you don't think these things through you just want to yell. oh your back hurts? let me help ya, by pushing ya off a roof. 

Bye, Bye. 

I'm sick of you, sick of your ideas, sick of your "reality" you need to learn to keep that shit to yourself. so Bye-Bye dumbf-ck. 

(thanks for reading, whoever did. 

Have a wonderful day! 

                                                               -CN)