An Ode to the Haters
You can’t hurt me anymore

The hate it rains,
the hate it pours,
but I say let it come,
I’ll close no doors,
with your words you try
to break me,
but let me tell you,
you make me,
The hate it rains,
the hate it pours,
but I say let it come,
I’ll close no doors,
with your words you try
to break me,
but let me tell you,
you make me,
The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry
Due to injury I write using voice dictation software. Lover of psychology, science, humour, fiction & self-improvement. https://linktr.ee/DavidGraham86