None of us ever picked up a pen
Never had the burning urge to spread the message
Pretend these words we hope to save the world
Aren't words we hope would save ourselves
These words we speak do not stem from the deepest of scars
And broken hearts
None of us use poetry to escape our past
Learn to move on and forge a new path
Pretend this isn't an exposť on our imagination
A way to express our deepest thoughts
And wettest temptations.
This isn't a way for us to remain relevant
To leave a legacy that'll never be forgotten
In the world where most of us were belittled
This isn't just a way for us to feel like we belong to something.
Theses monikers aren't masks of deceit
To remain unknown even in the face of pain and defeat
So we can never be judged for every single thing that we think
So a different persona would take the blame for every word that we speak
That poetry isn't all that we have
Pretend these monikers aren't how beautiful we see ourselves
Pretend we didn't gather here in hope to find people who can relate and understand
So we can never feel lonely, empty and irrelevant...