"I'm Your Poet, I'm Your Pain"

Tell me if I was worth writing

You tear pages and draw me new

Tell me if I was worth painting

You spilled me color and drank a few

I sat at the theater, you entertain

You left an art under the rain

I am your poet.

I am your pain.

Tell me if it's all in my head

That such masterpiece is crooked

Tell me that I'm still not dead

You threw tomatoes because of how it looked

You sat with the art, scratching your brain

I am your poet

I am your pain.

Tell me that it's all fake

That such pain never existed

I suffer more than I take

You tear the heart with the knife you twisted

I have never looked beautiful with blood stain

I am your poet

I am your pain.