The Family Virus

Thu, 10/10/2013 - 05:17 -- eve17

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

 

Comments

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

eve17

Thank you, it does mean alot :)

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