The Family Virus
Growing up you loved me
You wanted me to be a doctor or a lawyer
But when I chose art you looked at me with disgust and ashamed
You said that only lazy people follow art
That I will never make enough money to be happy
What if I dont need alot to be happy?
But you still hate me
Called me ungrateful, selfish, and lazy
But what happens when I make something of myself?
You'll probably say I always knew you could do it.
You'll stand by me until I fall and then you'll judge me
My family is a Virus
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Miguel De La Cruz
I like the feel of this poem, but if you're an artist, don't worry. The only person that can validate your art is yourself, people have things they wish were diff. And just because it is, it disappoints them. You cant please everyone, and should focus on your own happiness