You Miss the Point

Step back, shut up, get out of my face
You don't know me or your own place
Go ahead and tell me how my work makes you feel
But don't tell me who I am like your assumptions are real

Maybe I'm not suicidal at the moment
But that doesn't mean I don't know all about its torment
I've wished I could die before, and stared at a knife
But with such a tool I simply couldn't take my life

I suppose it's lucky my family doesn't hunt
Because with a gun I wouldn't be here, if I may be blunt
My biggest pet peeve in this world is people making judgments
In a situation when they don't know my emotional extent

Stop telling me who I am, as if you would know
Since all you read is poetry when my emotions don't always show
Though even if they don't does that mean they are not there
I like to write objectively, since in life that's how I fare

With your eyes you scan the lines and try to see inside me
But your eyes are open too wide and instead you see right through me
YOU MISS THE POINT! of the words that I have written down
May be it is not emotion but a message to be found

Don't tell me to capitalize god, Don't tell me I lack power
Don't tell me not to write about death because my words taste sour
YOU MISS THE POINT! It's not about me, it's a message to be heard
So stop acting like I don't know the subject of which I meld my words

So shut the FUCK up and just read these goddamn poems
For they talk of life, pain, love, hate, and the world today
Realize the purpose these rhythmical verses home
And just enjoy all the nonsense I have to say