I Am A Poet. I am not insane, I am a poet. I get drunk on my own words, Sobering, I defer My rhymes will lead me to my grave. The way I chose to see the world, Watch a road kill off crows, And other things I feel like I should hate. I am not a schizophrenic, I am merely unsure. I am not a praise addict, Yet I am not pure. Poems, a cigarette, Just something that I’ll regret, Maybe I should learn how to say “no.” It starts every time I wake, Due to it all, my lungs ache, But I’d rather have a high than feel so low. I am not a normal kid, I can’t recognize a ruse. I wonder to myself every day, How long until my bites begin to bruise?
