Not a poem, just something I'm writing.
Christmas is here, literally it's 4:34 on Christmas Day and I still try to avoid it. I love holidays, but only because I get out of school and other more material benefits. I hate holidays because everyone always, and I mean ALWAYS overcompensates and complicates them. My "family" is especially good at this. They make all the disgusting food and rap all the misguided gifts, all stress and irritation leading to this "special" holiday, supposedly of
Love and compassion. I call bull! If you love someone then you show it with actions, not gifts once a year! I love my uncle and friends, let them know year round. Love is for people who actually care, like I try not to do with my family. Every time I do, I get hurt, so logically I should stop. Well the heart doesn't always work that way. I've always been a feelings person so it's understandably hard to try and stop caring for my supposed to be family. My view on holidays, especially Christmas, is negative and null. My idea of a good Christmas is a few gifts from my uncle and best friends, and reading a book curled up in a nice comfortable cushion, listening to the cheerful Christmas music. I do love days of no responsibilities and fun with friends. The day when I give up this ideal for the holidays is the day I surrender to my family's expectations on a real level. I'll play their game, but
I refuse to go by their rules. Anyways I just hate to love the holidays! Good luck to all and to all a good night! 😉 (I should probably sleep now.)
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