I hate the sunset today,
The clouds too.
I hate the shining, blinding light,
And the moon's soft glow.
Oh god forgive me for all my lies,
When I've said I've hated nature,
How could one hate such beauty?
The rain drops on the petals,
The trees dancing with the wind,
The animals as they hop around,
And the squeaking little squirrels.
Things were created for a reason,
So were the worst.
And all were carefully woven into,
With god's great love.
This isn't about nature,
Nor the leaves in the sun.
Its about human beings
When they question their worth,
And assume their value is nothing but none.
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~c.y (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 19th, 2026 16:09
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This is a sad write about self esteem. Well done
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