Is It My Fault That I'm A Poet

Is it my fault that I'm a poet Of heavy suffering and bitter fate? After all, it wasn't my choice - It's just the way I came into the world. Is it my fault that I don't cherish life, That I love and simultaneously hate everyone, And know things about myself I don't yet see - That is my gift from the muse. I know there is no happiness in life, Life is lunacy, the dream of a sick soul, And I know my gloomy tunes bore everyone, But it's not my fault - that's the kind of poet I am.