I'm glad that I'm a poet,
even if I'm bad,
because when I'm sitting by myself,
there's emotions to be had,
I can look into the sky and see,
my solitude and peace,
I think of all my dreams and fears,
and pain that I can't cease,
but I don't find it saddening,
that I'm isolated and unsure,
I put it all in beautiful words,
that makes it all the more obscure,
And I'm glad that I'm a reader,
I live with all my books,
I judge things based on feeling and instinct,
and never on their looks,
my books are my friends,
they paint the world for me,
they show me beautiful sights and people,
that I will never see,
I learn of their emotions,
I feel it like my own,
and that's the most luring thing of all,
I'd have read sooner if I'd known,
And glad that I'm a artist,
I can create the worlds that I can see,
the ones behind my eyelids,
that I dream those people just like me,
I can paint it on a canvas,
each stroke is natural bliss,
in that quiet room with candles,
the brush wet with just a kiss,
but somehow every image,
that I will ever create,
will always be a disappointment to the one in my head,
it'll never be as great,
I like to write my novels,
that I will never print,
of people with feelings tragic too,
but they'll probably just collect lint,
stories of people,
who deserved a better chance,
or even fantasy lands,
that'll leave you in a trance,
I feel like I'm an artist,
In more ways than just one,
but I know I'll never reveal it,
or not just to anyone.
