Differences

I am a poet. 

Sometimes I forget

That I feel in stanzas, and

Talk with a rhythm

Only poets use. 

I expect people to explain

Their mornings with

Intricate details

'Well I danced lightly

Through the warming sun

While feeling the cool breeze

On my neck,

As I searched for something

To nourish my physical form.'

And instead 

I get

'I had cereal, my morning was fine.'

I am a poet. 

And I have to remember

I'm different. 

I speak different. 

I feel

Different.