Are You Not Great?

[C.M.C.]

I don’t really care if you think I’m not great.
I’m at least enough to win all your hate.
You’re spewing out words on deaf ears my friend.
Did you think I was someone you could offend?

I have your attention, positive or not.
I do not think this is the ending you sought.
It appears that you care, more often than not,
that I am not someone who hangs on your thought

Sticks and stones often break my bones.
I don’t intend on a cliche.
But my steel sword of a heart is honed.
I find myself empowered not grave.

So am I really not great?
Or do you just disagree,
dislike the views that you see?
Who knows? You could be a friend to be.
Because this hate does not get to me.

Remember these words.
It’s what you deserve.
Keep my advice in your mind.

Don’t care about hate.
It justs makes you great,
when you let it all be fine.


Revision
I find it fun being not great.
Seeing your face turn red with hate.
You need to simma' down, my friend.
Then you can try to offend.

You had me in between the lines.
You had me structured into rhymes.
But like a child, I broke away.
Like the reader, I found it cliche.

I’m now heard, positive or not.
This is not the ending you sought.
And you care, more often than not,
That I don’t hang on the weak thoughts

Sticks and stones have broken my bones.
And so have overused cliches
My sword of a heart has been honed.
You see I’m not enraged but gay.

Remember these words.
It’s what you deserve.
Keep my advice in your mind.

Don’t care about hate.
It justs makes you great,
when you let it all be fine.

Another Version
I don’t care if I’m not great.
I’m who you express as hate.
Now you’re a fool like me, my friend.
Did you think you could offend?

Coming out from the ground,
spewing rumors like tar.
“Lies, lies, lies!” I now shout,
since you went way too far.

Lies, lies lies!
shakes my bones
makes me cry.

Lies, lies, oh such terrible lies!
I know how I will fix this.
I will make all your thoughts fry.

You had me colored between lines.
You had me structured into rhymes.
Shame, we could just both be happy.
But now we must be enemies.

Now like a child, I break away.
Like a good critic, I found it cliche.
I’m going down? Oh, you will see
ropes ‘round your foot. Now go with me.

Sticks and stones have broken my bones,
and so have overused cliches.
My sword of a heart is honed.
I push, push, push your lies away.

Remember
you deserve.
my advice

Just don’t care
It just makes
you be fine.