Note- this is not a poem. It's just a piece of writing, just a few things that i feel... hope you enjoy
I'm a writer, as the world refers to me. A novelist, a poet or perhaps as best known- The Man of Literacy. I've got awards in my cupboard, shinning like the morning rays. But my soul is as dull as the gloomy clouds before rain. The money, the fame- it's all in my favor, but maybe my luck isn't.
Life's dreadful beings, I've seen them all. Unhappy lives, I've lived them all. I'm not an ordinary human being, my face is not handsome, my body is not muscular. I live through my words, through my stories...
- This is who I really am...
