Who I am to you
Is whom I shall be
A person of expression
Using whit as an insecurity
Having words carry my impossibilities
An excuse for hopes dreams and miseries
I long to be
I desire to be
What I can never be
My identity, of make believe
Of which I know everything
As me I can be like anything
As a poet I can be everything
I am the man I've lead you to believe
The man who wants everything
Who'd rather live in fantasy
Where his words are powerful and his soul is clean
Forgive me
My insanity
I am a poet
Unwillingly
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
Who I am to you
Is whom I shall be
A person of expression
Using whit as an insecurity
Having words carry my impossibilities
An excuse for hopes dreams and miseries
I long to be
I desire to be
What I can never be
My identity, of make believe
Of which I know everything
As me I can be like anything
As a poet I can be everything
I am the man I've lead you to believe
The man who wants everything
Who'd rather live in fantasy
Where his words are powerful and his soul is clean
Forgive me
My insanity
I am a poet
Unwillingly
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