: : Plain Painter : :

Is it???

I don’t know weather

I going to be hate it

But yes, the feed already grows

The growth of hate ness

Ooh... Yes I know,

For the hateness

I going to be blameworthiness

As I am the disaster

Am I that bad??

That entire little people

Ooh, they are to kind

And maybe,

I’d forgot

They are an angle

With the therapy

And me only

An evil with venomous

Am I that terrible??

Is that nowhere to turnover???

To fine the safest place to hide

To live in

With a bright, blooms day

Or just little tiny, dark path

Left only for me

As I am the only person

Who seems full with mistake….