The poet writes about morality as if exemplifying perfection,
yet ignores the utter hypocrisy of the self.
The poet scorches the earth for its injustices,
yet is unable to cease participation in the system.
The poet seeks a kind of personal autonomy
while simultaneously barking unsolicited advice.
The poet is both deadly serious and a clown—
coping mechanisms exposed to the world.
The poet is the worst self-critic,
but cannot stomach others’ critique.
The poet seeks the approval of others,
yet refuses to obey any rules of conformity.
The poet shall become so free that it is lonely,
yet run towards the open arms of belonging.