A Poetic Curse...

I'm going to start with a sorry, 
I'm not sure how to portray my words...

I'm just a poet kind, 
Hiding myself in your eyes,
I live a clouded life, 
Shelter me with your smile.

I walk my days with so many people inside,
In and out of pain, is it wrong to think I wanna die?
I'm walking on water, cracks appear, I'm on thin ice,
I'm drowning in the echo of my tearful bloodshot cries.

I feel a warm embrace when I write, like a bird flying free in the bright blue skies,
Slowly but surely with every word I pen, I'll rid these thoughts and all will be right, 
It never rains but it pours, all I have is me and I'm up against this storm,
We all have problems, I'm no different, it's a blessing that I was even born.

I'm just a poet kind, 
Hiding myself in your eyes,
I live a clouded life, 
Shelter me with your smile.

Like a poetic wolf, a predator to resolve humanity,
When will I give up? 
When will I become one with society?
I have my own pack, 
I dwell in the past,
We don't live in an ordinary world, 
I don't live in an ordinary world,
I consider myself as a poetic curse...

So, again,
I'm sorry,
But...
I'm just a poet kind, 
Hiding myself in your eyes,
I live a clouded life, 
Shelter me with your smile.

For me, just live to be kind,
That's all.