I am more than a thinker, i am a Poet.

A poet expresses himself through words; he doesn’t harm others.
His heart arouses his mind, and with that, he could write for hours.
A poet feels lonely most of the time, and then his majesty arises.
He recreates the world, adds more color, and it’s full of surprises.

But there are times when a poet can’t resist his own mind.
His thoughts take over, and his worn-out eyes go blind.
Limitless sleepless nights, trying to escape harsh reality,
Fear, anger, and loneliness drain his vitality.

A poet is not led by his knowledge but by his rare soul,
And there are times of disagreement when he loses control.
It’s hard for us to understand what a poet wants to express,
Because he speaks from his heart, not obsessed with the mind's process.

Every poem has a story, and every story holds another to tell.
Believe it or not, you are a poet too; you have a soul as well.
Let your poetic self give you hope, and become curious.
Take off your mask, open up, and don’t be delirious.

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