"* Funny how somethings
however different we are
happens with each one of us,
all the time...
  
Like,
How we can be happy and sad together at one time...

Like,
How we all anxiously wait,
Staring at the notification button
to show a new like, a new follower, a new comment

Like,
How we judge as poets,
that, 'Oh, This guy is a newbie,
'Spare me the broken hearts,
'No, this poem isn't my type',
And the worst -
Are you kidding me, this poem is so plain!!
No rhymes no metaphors, did I waste my time reading this?
What a pain!!

Funny,
How we forget as poets,
That the sole reason we became poets,
was because of this itch in our hands...
that arose from our experience,
our past, our conscience
That tempted us to explore our demons

Funny,
How we forget as poets,
that even if someone doesn't have a writing charm,
the whole reason they write anyway,
Is to keep themselves sane

The romantics, the broken-hearts, the amateurs, the no class
Don't worry I shall welcome your poem,
Because I am a poet, a poet like you
A poet writing to feed his demon
A poet writing to keep sane *"