I don’t want to be the one
To make the story about nothing

Or the poem that is just

A waste of everyone’s time

 

I don’t want to be the one

Who talks about everything

And has no feeling or enthusiasm

And just kills the mood

 

I want to shape the hearts

Of those who read

My misspoken arts

Seeping from my heart as it bleeds

 

I want to show the world what I feel inside

The love, the confusion, the lust

I want to show the things I can’t hide

Not because I have to but because I must

 

I must let it out

I must let the words fly

I must scream I have to shout

I really can’t say why

 

I just don’t want to be the one

Who makes those meaningless rhymes

That no one wants to read

That people regret reading

 

I don’t want to be the one

Who ends up with his story untold

His feelings unspoken

His heartbeat unnoticed

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