A Poets Confession

Im not a violent person and I dont have visons of hate
This hurts my relationship with you, it makes it hard to relate
Im sorry, but i dont know if I get it.
poetry is beautiful, start being poetic.
Rape, hate, fear and self loathing.
Sadness, suicide, what are you showing?
I know sometimes we all need to vent.
Are you in that dark of a place?
Did you say what you really meant?
Im sorry for you if thats your true feeling
But for me, those lines, they arent to appealing
I can't write a poem with no cadence or rhyme
That challenge drives me to write, its how I do mine
Im not better than you, nor you are than me
We just write different, on that we agree
I respect your art, your craft, your freedom of thinking
I just dont understand it, and I read without blinking
Your words are jumbled and slow and certainly un-deft
I think youre writing with your right hand, but should be using your left.
Dont take this to heart, because it helps me discern
The more of your poetry i read, the more that I learn.