What I used to love
I've had so many hobbies but none last
I used to love reading
I would read until my eyes hurt
I would read as I was doing daily tasks
I would get lost in fantasy worlds
I would get told I show off
By reading so much
I would get told it's a waste of time
So I fell out of love with reading
I used to love painting
As the brush would glide across the canvas
Staining it with paint
I got told it was a waste of time
A mess
Expensive
I got told I would never get better
So I fell out of love with painting
I used to love drawing
To let the pencil make its own image
To dig into my imagination as I did
To draw fun characters
To show my friends as they awed
Even though I traced sometimes
I improved
I actually became better
As I continued drawing
I was ridiculed but this time I didn't care
She encouraged me
Although she left with my work
Used me for a talent I supposedly had
I stoped picking up the pencil
I fell out of love with drawing
I loved watching Minecraft YouTubers
Stampy, DanTDM when I was younger
And as I grew older Dream, Technoblade, etc
I loved watching them play a game
Enjoy it with their friends
Because my friends never enjoyed it with me
My friends never enjoyed what I liked
Not if they would get made fun of for it
I couldn't love something
Unless everyone else loves it
So I fell out of love with watching Mcyt
I fell out of love with anything
Anything I was judged for
Then I found out there was nothing else
Left to love
I fell out of love with watching sunsets
And sunrises
I fell out of love with playing sports
I fell out of love with school subjects
I used to love
I fell out of love with friendships
Because not everyone approved of them
I fell out of love with hanging out with people
I fell out of love with shows
I fell out of love with drinking coffee
In the morning
I fell out of love with myself
I fell out of love with anything I could love
Because there is nothing in this world
I can love without being judged
There is absolutely nothing I can love
So to what I used to love
I hope I fall in love again
And look for the opinions that do matter
Because there will always be a opinion
We just have to look for the positive ones
To whom and what I used to love
