It's okay to hate

It's okay to hurt.

It's okay to cry.

It's okay to lie.

You are not a statue made of glass

You have feelings.

It's okay to let them show

To let them all know.

It's okay to love.

It's okay to care.

It's okay to smile.

It's okay to want to stay a while.

For even though you might be blind

The rest of the world can see

That you are a work of art.

One, with the kindest heart.

It's okay to be afraid.

It's okay to tremble in my arms.

It's okay to want to scream and shout.

It's okay to let the world know what you're all about.

For you, my dearest love,

Are everything I'll ever need.

And it's okay for you to love him.

I'm fine with the memories of what could have been.

So, it's okay to want to leave me.

And it's okay to watch me fade away.

It's okay to let me break.

And it's okay to open your eyes and wake.

After all, this was little more than a child's dream.

-=+=-

So yeah, I also promised to explain my situation.

Not just write bad poems.

Anyways, what happened was a rather long story, one I'm sick of telling so I'm just going to get straight to the point. 

I quit volleyball.

It was hard for me.

Painfully so.

But I think I made the right choice.

I don't feel regret, just anger at my mother for being a complete bitch about it.

And don't nag me about how much she loves me because I do not give a fuck about her loving me when she is currently treating me like shit.

God, it feels good to get that off my chest.

I've also been cursing a lot.

Just screaming curse words on the top of my lungs when no one is around to hear me.

And singing too.

Making up little songs and rhymes then screeching them out loud whenever my mother leaves the house.

I'm just done with her shit.

She can either grow up or hate me forever.

I honestly don't care anymore at this point.

Like JESUS woman it's been three days of you ignoring me!

GET OVER IT!!

*I continue to rant for about three more years without any of you caring*