I am a poetess
I must write, don't you see
I cannot flow with the mainstream
Interact with society
I must stand alone
Huddle in the shadows
Watch silently
Record the dramas unfolding
Few understand
What I feel, I FEEL
God...how I feel
Your pain, your sorrow
Yours, and yours
It all enters me
Knives, bullets, songs
Tears, smiles, hopeless hopes
Filling me
I digest it all
Then spewing what I FEEL
At the most impromptu moments
I receive looks of misunderstanding
Looks of pity bestowed upon the insane
I am not to blame
These feelings I spew are yours
Yours, an yours
I am a poetess
I must write, don't you see
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