That's just reality.

I respect her. As she sat on my bed and read the poetry of a boy that's in our class. She read it in a comedic way. She sought to humiliate him , she didn't even understand what he was writing about. She even mentioned that she had already told her other friends about this. They described him as weird and such. I sat there and corrected her on one of his poems , informing her that's not what he meant. She didn't care. I didn't join making a mockery of him and that I applauded myself for , but I didn't defend him. Instead I attempted to escape it by jokingly saying that she secretly adores him and just refuses to admit it. She obviously denied. As I sat there listening to her I wondered what exactly is so wrong with expressing yourself and calling it poetry ? Why is  that something people find humiliating or lame ? Why is something that is a form of art so unpopular to this new age ? I didn't understand. I thought well well what if she knew that very thing ( poetry ) is what I myself write Every night. Poetry is what helps me express what I wouldn't usually say out loud. Its my personal therapeutic savior from all of this bullshit that exist nowadays. My feelings , thoughts, beliefs everything put into words in a rhymethic form that reminds me of who I am as an individual and separates from everyone else. I could care less about opinions because it isnt written for an opinion it's written for stability, realization, and beauty that is within. What if she knew all that ? Would she then too insult me , or tell others about me ? I wonder. Then again maybe you have to look deeper into the situation. She could admire it, but others judgments has altered her own opinion. Which is sad but that is the sick reality of most people my age these days. If its not popular kill it, if everyone else is doing it praise it. Sucks.