I got a clogged up nose
Piano music playing all night long

I wonder how it feels to be a poet
A happy poet
One who isn't so broken

I don't consider myself a writer
I'm just a broken screen
With scattering cracks
That don't look nice

I wonder how a poet breathes
words into a journal page

I wonder how a poet lives

I'll never be one
Because of bitter mistakes

Breathing out my mouth
Can't make a sound
I don't want to be found
stays in a shell

I'm just an emotional
Ghost that people can see

Who finds it hard to believe
That happiness is among
Us and is an actual feeling