Should I force it when I am empty?

Should I romance that to which I have no claim?

Should I ignore my heart

for reason and sensibility?

I have no strength to be anything else

other than what I am.

Set aside opinion or fame,

set aside the masses

and their desires.

It is not me

nor will it ever be.

Poetry, thinking, love and passion - it shall be the death of me.

At the very least

I shall

Be happy.