artist

I’ve longed to be an artist

To give me some sort of purpose

Life doesn’t need one, I suppose

But this discontent I harbor

It wants to be washed away

With paint

With music

With words

I am but an imposter in my own world

Because let’s face it,

Purpose can’t be feigned

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- i am really really new to poetry, this is like the first poem that i've ever written and shared, so bear with me lol, i'd appreciate any feedback -

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