Who Should I Be

Who would I be?
Without my pen to touch your soul—
Would I work as a teacher
To inspire the minds, I wish I had.

What could I possibly become?
If I could not write like this.
Would my heart be full of love to share?
With you and the rest I see.

Would my pain still grow,
Knowing that no one cares for me.
Even with this pen—
Managing to die a little more
With each word and phrase.

To which I was once so proud,
But now can’t manage to read
Without a shudder of my voice,
And a tear in my eye.