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What am I doing?,
the strength of a real poet is to speak truth through words but most words I cannot pronounce,
 I struggle to recite my poems out loud, 
i realise i have misspelt as I proceed to read so i stop&nbsp; to correct my writings but by then my words have already lost its magic,
 I do not know whether to end with a full stop or comma so i keep writing placing punctuations as I please, one blunder after the other,
 who cares anyways, they will all go to waste.
I haven't picked up phone to write in days,
 I blame it on a hopeless presence but those are all excuses, 
it isn't writers block because the ideas don't cease to come,
I'm afraid all my plans are just mere micro naps,
i say i am wide awake and focused but as for my future i fear i hallucinate.
i tell myself i will not live like this forever, they will all see me, notice me, 
i saw a friend today and it reminded me how much my life is a waste and i might do the world a favour and leave in a haste, 
and of death I am not scared, I am more frightened that I shall be a living dead, 
my heart beating in a way it does not deserve to, 
walking amongst the living like one of them, eating and breathing,
 I do not deserve this luxuries,if they do not see me, 
if they do not worship me.
I refused to be put in a box and as for this poem there is no form, 
receive it as you please and let it speak to you, 
 let it flow through you, 
I do not desire you sympathy, 
do not support because you believe you know what I have been through,
 this is not a cry for help but a warning,
 I am here to learn and observe , 
so when its time for the game there is no denying my checkmate.

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