[absolute zero]

I am not a poet.
I am a person.
I do not tell stories.
I tell secrets.
I do not bleed ink.
I leak an average crimson.
I am not special.
I am not romantic.
I am not a master of words.
I am an everyday slob,
Who can't speak what he feels,
So I cowar behind paper cloaking,
And wallow lifetimes inside
My own selfish self pity.
I am not a poet.
I am pitiful...

And my thoughts shall cease,
As the pages do crease.