1
Who exists
That does not euphemize
With metaphor?
Who exists
That speaks of their faults
With neither pride
Nor placebo?
2
I have lied
To spare myself
I do not
Know how to face
Your pain
Without my ego
Assuming
A comparative
Misfortune
–
I do not
Know how to court
Your brilliance
Without
Turning on
Artificial lights
That I might not
In proximity
Darken
3
I was not born a poet
I neither command
Nor navigate the stars
Sometimes
Paranoia drives me
Underground
Into cellars
Pungent with decay
That I might
Entertain my vices
Unobstructed
4
Emancipated
By confession
I compose
These words
In the residue
Of an instinctive
Retreat
Shamelessly
Esoteric
I speak
Only that
I might be
Relieved
*
I was just contemplating certain aspects of human nature, I used the pronoun “I” broadly though I am guilty of being egocentric at times as well
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