I am not poetic

I am not poetic. I accept this fact while it piles up as one of my reasons for self-hatred, it’s strange how the pile keeps becoming taller and wider as I grow older. I am not poetic, and I apologize. I’m sorry, I’m sorry for I cannot provide you and myself a little gateway or a window perhaps, as an escape from the bitter reality. I am sorry to not have had the mental awakening as of yet, so that I could package my pain into these words and let it out in the open for the world to consume and feel. Well then, how does one deal with their issues without providing a route for it to drain out? Why, Ignorance of course. Masking is a gift I must say. You’d be surprised at the number of people you can fool. 🍂