A story of poetry and delusion
This is for we are behind closed doors
Who we are to us in the darkness
Living in the shadows we feel alive in solitude
Souls from the darkness we never knew no light
Habitual over thinkers never conformed to normalcy
Best of society's misfits cursed before the womb conceived us
A curse of words
A curse of literature
A curse of rhymes that don't cease
Keeping the mind always in a turmoil
And still we seek to blend in
Not to be accepted as one of your own but only to be treated as such
Not to earn your respect but to be allowed to exist
Amongst you, in you and with you
For our utterances to come to life in your being.
We are poets
I am a poet.
