I'm not a poet

I'm not a poet.
I'm just a random guy
from a random corner of the world
who spills thoughts and self proclamations
like a child spills milk

mother always said
don't cry over spilled milk

I'm far from elegant,
even further from sane
and further still from a wordsmith who has tuned
His mind into a symphony of neuron pulses
or the aristocracy of art who spill sentences
from their hearts like conductors on stages

I'm not a poet.
I'm not broken.
I'm just a boy who hides in the corner
while his world screams stop