Does this make me look Deeper, more intellectual Perhaps I'm a Sylvia Plath Poems emerging out of me due To the pigsty of a brain I've obtained Or even I'm Emily Dickinson I'll lock these god forsaken poems up Only to be discovered after I have died. Having once again the chance to Become immortal, post mortem All due to the poems I thought Were ****. I'll just keep writing. I won't write for the sake of calling Myself a Writer But because I can forever exist, to forever be. All of the personal pronouns constantly Utilized in these writings evoke a Feeling of self-hatred out of My own narcissism, What else did Emily Dickinson accomplish That was impressive, before dying? Simply she died, writing with until her old wrinkled hands gave out the pen fell.