Am I feeling this right now?
I write poetry
But am I really writing truth?
Is what I’m writing real
Am I feeling it deep in my soul
Or is it just inspiration
Pulling emotions from some
Stereotypical norm
I’ll sing this love song,
But i’m not in love
My words are only actors playing a part
So don’t call them murderers
When they spell out killer
They aren't people
Their not things
Just a force that I can't control
So let them tell a story, that I can't tell
Let them say something
Just don't ask me to tell you what