Writer

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When I said I am a writer
There was excitement in his glance
Everyone wants to live forever
He looked at me and saw a chance

He wanted to be the protagonist
In everyone's life
But he forgot that the pen
Which can love can also become a knife

He filled me with dark ink
That still flows through my veins
He made a show of fighting every monster
Till it drew me insane

I told him that he wasn't the hero
Every single time
He told me to just write his conquests
He said "and make sure they rhyme"

So I still write poems
And he still wins every fight
But whether he will be the villain or the hero
Depends on how I write

-Sai

A.N. Can anyone decode this poem ?

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