How can I convince you
I am not a bad person
No one should have to convince anyone
about who they are
But there is something about me
I’m not sure it truly belongs to me –
I look in the mirror
eye to eye
and I couldn’t see myself
I’ve always been shy
I’d feel ashamed for someone else’s foolishness
if they gave me a compliment
I’d return it with a weak smile
I just don’t know myself…yet –
Then it happened…I began to know myself
Alcohol brought me closer to me
A demon, if there ever was one –
I would rise and face a thousand strange faces
and recite from the depths a naked poem
When I was drunk, I dared to read only poems
that made people laugh
I would never risk reading
a poem from the dark night of the soul
So I became a clown…
how many times I have cried for my beloved poetry
