Crazy, that's what they think of me
I tend to laugh so hard
I coat my true feelings with a smile
Funny, coz they dont know how I turn my feelings into words.
Words woven with metaphorical phrase
A phrase that leaves them some illusion
Illusion that answers why poetry becomes my passion
Passion that I'll wouldn't leave for
Just judge every piece that I weave
It wouldn't matter to me that much
'Cause I'm just a penless poet
Who writes the thoughts that seize me all day long.
— The End —