Hollow Reality

My sister called me up last night, told me Dryden wrote a political satire at age 18 and asked me, 
'How old are you?'

Well I'm 19 years, 2 months and 6 days old, and although I have written a few, well more than a few poems , I'm yet to write a political satire. There are a lot of good ideas in my mind right now but I'm still learning to express my imaginations. I am not a prodigy as they were, I am more of an introvert.

But poetry, I cannot help but write it. I don't care what people think of it; but that's what I am, a poetry lover and that's all I am, that's all there is of me.

How do you decide a thing as beautiful as a flower has nothing deadly underneath it? 'Reality can be decisive, Reality is hollow', my roommate told me once. I think he's right after all.