Submissions by Sad_Poet99 (E.Wesley)

I was eleven when I wrote my first poem.
My first poem was about love,
So were quite a few of my poems to follow.
I loved those poems, so did my grandma.
She told me that I was wise beyond my years.
I loved the sound of that,
It made me feel great.
After those first few poems,
I decided to write about happiness.
I showed my grandma those poems.
She liked them, of course.
I, on the other hand, hated them,
But I didn't understand, why.
Why did I hate the poems that my grandma loved?
Why did I hate the words that were coming...