Because I was a poet and didn't know it, I let the hate seep in and bore a hole. And I didn't feel it. I was too deep, but that deepness saved my soul. And I didn't sense it. Put the E in eccentric when anonymity was my goal. And I didn't see it. Openly dealt with emotions that were not mine. And I didn't get it. Could've spoken my mind and you would've dealt just fine. And I didn't do it. I can just be, Can't you see, It's really me, I'm a poet, And I know it, Don't hate me when I show it, it's no sin. I saw my true image and finally, let myself in.