(humility Poem) A Letter To The Poets Follower Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Don't worry about it, the votes don't mean as much as the comments do.
They tell me the readers perspective on it.
Which in turn gives me insight in what I should write about.
And why you see me as so grand I don't truly know.
For I'm a nobody writing about nothingness in all her splendor.
That sparkle you occasionally see is your eyes playing tricks on you.
A following would require me to leading with a purpose or goal.
But I don't have one.
I live cold and alone.
And it is something that would never condone.
The fault is nobody but my own.
I wouldn't want anybody to wear these shoes.
For they are a very painful and tight fit.
You think you want a glimpse into what makes me tic.
Well my friend living when where and how I do isn't all it's cracked up to be.
I'm the inspired artist who lives in very hard times.
And I'm not the only one.
Just others don't write as much as I do.