You Don’t Understand

It’s useless to please all people,

I’ve learnt this point,

That mixing the colour pink,

Into a black paint,

Is pointless.

Just know plainly,

That even a small prize,

Is much precious,

Than any expensive pearl,

That you possess.

I’ve now perceived,

All that you preached,

Was only your pride,

Written in black pen,

On a black paper.

You’re presence,

Hinders me to proceed,

So now I disobey you’re principles,

You shook my peace,

& became my story’s dark piece.

I snubbed my pain,

& gave myself a push,

As I stopped to pretend,

Now I’ve a purpose,

To stride away from my problems.

You don’t understand this, probably,

And I don’t care to explain, precisely!