I Am Not My Poetry
Some days, I feel like Lucifer-
Outspoken and misunderstood.
Other days, I feel like Jesus.
Self-sacrificing and all-forgiving.
Somehow, though,
I don’t ever feel like me.
I am constantly hiding behind metaphors
And putting a name on myself, which is not my own.
I lie so much.
I say that I am naked on the page.
Here, I claim, I am vulnerable and true.
These are lies.
I shield myself with a pen and paper.
The blinking cursor is my mask.
My poetry is feelings that I don’t understand.
It is things that have not yet happened.
And dreams that nobody has dreamt.
I write to burry the truth that I am.
I do not tell the truth with my poetry.
I do not show you me with my poetry.
I do not know who I am.
I am not my poetry.