All the great minds I      
have come to        
know are now consumed          
by the unoriginal.       
I choose not to look, for       
the looks on their dying       
faces seem very          
pitiful.          
          
Pen in hand, I work          
endlessly, knowing       
these  words will          
carry me out of the       
middle world, a place          
where I have failed         
the people who        
see through me.          
I'm sorry, but a working          
class hero is not something          
I wish to be.       
          
My friends think it's       
unacceptable, but here I sit,       
telling you that dying is       
inevitable.       
          
It's these words       
that carry me to a          
place that's magical,          
where all my thoughts,       
ideas,          
and innovations       
are not deemed          
impractical.         
          
No money, no fame, and no          
security, this is who          
I truly am, naked to the          
very core. All the       
possibilities projected       
on me seem like nothing,          
but a bore.       
          
Pen being my          
only weapon, my imagination          
runs wild and free, for  it is          
the only way I can make people       
see.          
          
I pour this drink, in          
hopes I can cope and mend,          
while the people laugh at       
the ideas they can't       
seem to comprehend.          
          
Continuing  to double   
check these answers, 
thinking on whether          
I should be consumed          
by all the hate, while I       
contemplate my fate,       
and self  medicate.         
          
In a reality where          
I can't unwind, I       
attempt to break free,       
trying not to look back          
at the family I have          
left behind.       
          
These endorphins       
continue flowing, and there          
are no signs of me slowing,       
in a drunken haze, where       
I choose not to reminisce       
the cost, but rather, I 
pour this drink, and   
cheers to all       
the friends         
I have lost.