My heart is as black as the ink I use to write with.
My soul is stained like the paper subject to my pen.
In my mind I am perfect.
But if I venture too far from my thoughts my confidence starts wither away.
I am the dark poet.
The man everyone admires.
But the man no one wants to be.
People read my writings and nod their heads in agreement as they relate to what I have to say.
But in the end, no one wants to be me or the fiend that I have become.
My whole world is dark for I write the world's truths down with my pen.
This is the sole reason why no one wants to be me.
With my darkness I bring to light that which no one will offer; that which no one will accept.
I am a necessity.
I am a nuisance.
I am truth.
And I am the reflection of your lies.
I act as a conscience.
Not an angel or a devil.
I am unbiased, forever embraced by the darkness which you create.
I am apart of each and everyone of you.
I reside in your image.
I am the heart of your shadow.
I am the dark poet.