Poetic...

Sick twisted poets
With their malicious pens
Creating lies and riddles
Lying till the end.

Some call it poetic justice
Or dramatic irony
Misinterpretations
Of someone dying for me.

Vivid tales
And sickly stories
Are what sells.
Better in whose glory?

Techniques a posh word
For lie.
"Frozen tears of ice"
Basically means
I cry.

But without a release
I would now be dead
And these words
Just ideas in my head.

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this poem is for all the ppl that have been laughed at or misunderstood because they write poetry.