I'm Not a Poet

[shiina]

Poetry comes from pain;
Something I don't feel.
Suffering and anguish and deaths cool grip.
Yet I have no real issues to speak of;
No tradgedies to write about.
With every problem in my life,
Just an exaggeration in my mind,
I am not a poet.
I am but a fake,
A wannabe in a poets society,
Clutching to false emotions and imagined pain;
Putting emphasis on every syllable as I read aloud my
"Work"
Oh yes, I suffer.
For it's in a poets job description.
Slit wrists and hot tears,
That's poetry.
Well I certainly can't be a poet anymore;
My knife is closed, my wrists are clean,
I smile when I want to smile,
And I feel no need to cry.
You say my happiness
Will be the end of my writing career.
Well I'll say one thing;
This is only the begining.