Am I a poet?
No.
I don't even like
Poetry.
It was never something I
Liked
Read
Enjoyed
Something changed
What was it?
Oh yes.
I read one
Of hers
And I felt pain
Agony
Excitement
Joy
Sorrow
Anger
Bitterness
I still
Hate
Poetry
And I refuse to write it
Or read it.
Cryptic words
With hidden meanings
Are too much work
To convey a feeling
These so called
Poets
Just seem...
I don't know.
Something.
I don't write
Poetry
I write
Feelings
Thoughts
Worries
Love
I am not a poet
I am a boy
A soul
A conscience
Yearning for a way
To express itself
In this vast
Unending
World
Of poets.