I'm not the man in my words,
I'm just the man in my mind.
No, I'm not the man that you heard
In my sentences, poems and lines.
I'm not the man of emotions
That you see or that you read,
I can't accept the notion
That these feelings come from me.
I'm not some broken artist
Or some once forgotten poet,
I'm just an empty shell
Although I didn't even know it.
I just don't see the point
Of writing rhythm, soul or rhyme.
I just don't see the point,
And yet, I do it all the time.