I Hate Poetry

I hate poetry. As simple as the phrase may seem, the abundance of reasons why I hate it is, to a degree, scary. To mention why I hate poetry, I have to trace all the way back to when I was a kid. I used to love poetry, back when I was still a kid. I allow imagination to run wild and allow my thoughts project themselves onto my paper, with vivid description and clip arts. Though it may not be the greatest deepest and most awesome poem ever written, it surely portrays my feelings and thoughts well. Now, you might wonder, why would I hate it when I loved it so much? Its like a break up, a divorce. It came as fast as lighting and as shocking as ...umm..earthquake? Anyway, since elementary, my English teacher hates me, or at least, hates whatever I wrote. The rigid regulations for poems discourages me. When I grow up, I realize why. I am just too good at poetry and my English teachers were just jealous. The interaction between poets and readers just never seem sufficient. One idea may be important to the poet but rather trivial to most readers. The randomness, longness (and sometimes shortness), deepness(find those meanings trivial) simply doesn't interest me. As an un-sentimal person anyone may know, the attempt to appeal to my emotions just won't work. The more I try to embrace poem, the more I feel betrayed. In the end, as many of you may know: I HATE POEM.