A hater visited my page last night,

And spewed such nonsense, wrong and trite.

Where I slept, who I knew,

What I wrote — all brand new!

Not satisfied with just a jab,

He came to finish — stab on stab.

Under each post, a nasty line,

As if he knew my life’s design.

How many lovers? How I write?

What’s true? What’s fake? He knows it right!

Gives me advice with such a grin —

He knows me well… but I? Not him.

Still not enough — he wants more rage,

To flood my songs, my every page.

A cutting phrase, a sweeping lie —

To praise, to scare, to fake a sigh.

I never asked for such a "fan",

Where’s fame? Just simple, honest plans.

The net has grander souls, it’s true —

Yet she — the hater — found me, boo!

She won’t stop till she hits "ban",

Claims all I write is just a scam.

But by my bed? She never stood.

Held no candle, no understood.

She never read my thoughts, it’s clear,

Or saw me — not in life, but here.

She never shared a single cup,

Yet all the world must hate me up?

Then talk to me — just face to face,

Why tell the whole wide world your case?