Do not call me writer...
As though it's something I should be proud of.
These words are not some result of passion.
There's no love for this particular art form.
They exists only because they won't leave my head...
Keeping me up at all hours of the night...
Making my brain overstuffed...
If not down on paper they're left to breed and smother me due to their mass.
Words put down on paper so I don't end up drowning.
So call me not a writer,
As though I have some choice.