LETTER TO MY ANGRY FANS


My bag heavily weighed...
With loads I wish to dispose
Doubting which way to trace
The past so far or future so close
Cloned with my weird thought
Now am a doppelganger
Copy of the past and future
Criticizing me won't give U dime
I roll on with my own Lifetime

They said......."TEAZHY
Your poems stanza consist pains
Dwelling agonies like continuous rain
You never had a good day
You keep Following the critical pathway
Poisoning ur fragile minds
The past you always rewinds
You're Stuck up in ur hard lifestyle
U keep Penning pains all the time
With ur stupid #hashtag
I hate ur fucking damn styles"

Comment of an angry fan
Success criticisers
Failure advertisers
I care less about ur point of view
As long as it make me cool
I'll boil my words in a kettle
Ink it down while it still hot
Ion care if this'll hurts
Am a legend not a sticky slut
Read not my poem and prose
If ur heart is wilted like rose
Your comments add to my loads
I sometimes stuck with lost hope
Those boiling words U send all day
Those critical comments on my poems
It make me wanna give up a day
Give up penning down a poem
I won't no matter how am been tempt
Instead I'll tighten hard my belt
Paddles hard with my strength
Never gonna relent
No matter how insult I got
I'll never stop
Embarking on my way to the legendary spot...
#Iamteazhy
©
Dear Criticisers!!...

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