Am I Not a Poet?

There's so much noise in my head
that I feel I'll go crazy.
You say I look like I'm dead
you say I haven't spoken lately.
You criticize my thoughts
when I tell you what's wrong
you think my head is filled with moths
you think my mind isn't that strong.
But am i not a poet?
do I not write in such a way
that always leaves them speechless?
Do I not try to get my feelings out each and every day?
You laugh at every joke I make
roll your eyes and kiss my cheek.
You abologize for heaven's sake
and you give me you ring for keeps.
You talk about me behind my back
and even though I say I don't care
everyday I feel like I'm about to crack
everyday I think that I shouldn't be there.
But am I not a poet?
Should I not just write and move on?
I just laugh and deal with it
because I'm a poet, and my words are strong.
I'm smarter than you by default
but here is where the difference lies
you cry no tears, tears of salt
and your words of kindness aren't so kind.