Why so much hate?

Why so much hate?

Why so much hate for the words I write,
Dragging me down,
like a constant fight.
Daily it resumes,
my pain and plight,
I write 'bout joy and sorrow,
day and night.

Happiness in my lines,
also the strife,
Logging craziness,
capturing life.
Late-night penning,
thoughts take flight,
So why the hate,
for the words I write?

Trying to be somber,
regret and sadness,
Comments mock,
treating it as madness.
Like my life’s fiction,
lies misplaced,
But all I write is truth,
no time to waste.

Where's the respect,
for feelings and thought?
In a world where empathy seems overwrought.
Some truly listen,
understand the core,
Others too small-minded,
seeking a score.

The ignorant,
the jealous,
the cruel at heart,
Ripping you apart,
tearing you from the start.
They’ve nothing better,
so they bring you down,
But I keep writing,
in the storm I won’t drown.

Why so much hate,
for my written word?
Expressions of life,
my voice to be heard.
Cancer’s my battle,
every line a fight,
But I still stand tall,
writing day and night.

Every comment that warms,
makes me feel good,
Those who get it,
like they truly should.
Encouraging words,
that lift me high,
In a sea of hate,
they are my sky.

To those who listen,
and understand the pain,
Thank you for making the effort not in vain.
Your kindness shines through,
in the darkest night,
Together we rise,
with words that ignite.

So why so much hate,
for the truth I share?
Each line a piece of me,
laid bare.
I’ll keep on writing,
my voice won't die,
For in my words,
my spirit flies high.