Get Over It

I've been passionate about poems
Since I knew they existed,
Cos when emotions boiled over
The poetry fixed it

So let me assure you,
In case you've not heard,
You're nothing to do
With my love of the words.

You're in no way a part
Of the things that I do,
My writing, my blogging,
Came long before you.

I don't know what make you
Shriek out with these cries.
Is it ego or arrogance?
Or vindictive lies?

Whatever the problem
Or issue may be.
Get over yourself.
And then get over me.