QUOTE : I am not a finished poem, and I am not the song you’ve turned me into. I am a detached human being, making my way in a world that is constantly trying to push me aside, and you who send me letters and emails and beautiful gifts wouldn’t even recognise me if you saw me walking down the street where I live tomorrow<br />for I am not a poem. <br />I am tired and worn out and the eyes you would see would not be painted or inspired<br />but empty and weary <br />from drinking too much <br />at all times<br />and I am not the life of your party who sings and has glorious words to speak<br />for I don’t speak much<br />at all<br />and my voice is raspy and unsteady from unhealthy living and not much sleep and I only use it when I sing and I always sing too much<br />or not at all<br />and never when people are around because they expect poems and symphonies and I am not<br />a poem<br />but an elegy<br />at my best<br />but unedited and uncut and not a lot of people want to work with me because there’s only so much you can do with an audio take, with the plug-ins and EQs and I was born distorted, disordered, and I’m pretty fine with that,<br />but others are not.