Why are poets sad?

Interesting question.

Maybe we feel too much.

Are too thin skinned.

Maybe we care too much.

But maybe we need thicker skins.

But what makes a poet
A poet
Is not what would make us different,
But what makes us the same.

A poet
Is a poet,
Because of who they are
And the flaws that are healthy enough
To embrace.

I am a poet,
And though I am not always sad,
I know I care too much,
Feel too much,
And my skin is much too thin
To stand being ignored.

I am a poet,
And if you so choose to take me,
You take me as I am,
Ink stained bleeding heart
And all.

(I will not change
For the love
Of a human,
I will not change
My heart.
As I know
For sure
You will love me
Through it.)