Artistic Disrespect

Who are you to judge my eye,
while i mirror what you call art.
Have you forgotten what i am,
who i was at the start.

These notions of grander,
that you are above me.
Claiming more to draw upon,
can view more than i can see.

Your words come from fiction,
mine from raw pain.
No right do you have,
to make such a ridiculous claim.

Want more proof,
here is the violent storm.
See if you understand it,
feel it's seething scorn.

when you understand such turbulent meanings
then come talk to me.
I'll share with you the emotion,
all that drives this creativity.

I doubt you'll get it,
and i refuse to wait.
Didn't learn any of this from you,
it was all ways there in a forgotten state.

True understanding of yourself,
you will never manage to navigate.
But you claim to know all,
so why now do you hesitate?

Go ahead and try,
echo back my fury.
Then show it to all,
and let them be the jury.