Poser

I sit and wait
For my future to break
For them to tell me that
I've made a mistake
And I wonder
How much longer it will take
For them to realize that I'm a creator
Just a poser here
Not an analyst, but
An innovator and a catalyst
And from analysis
I've deduced that
I don't belong
Behind a desk
So lonely and monotonous
It drains my spark
My youthfulness
I'm the furthest thing from an analyst
I'm a creative
And if I don't create
I might explode
If I don't draw
I might implode
If I lack human interaction
It's shut down mode
Because there's too many words
Built up in me
It's too hard to store them up along
With all of the ideas inside of me
Trapped behind a mouth tight shut
I don't know what to do
Or where I belong
So I wrote this for you
Or because of you
Or because at some point
I was you
And you are me
Training to be where I am
Working towards the point
Of knowing that what you've worked for
Isn't where you want to be

How long do you think it'll take,
For them to really see me
And realize I'm a fake?

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