Strangers are evil

Had the oddest conversation while we were out on Fri. Got talking to a gentleman (using the term loosely) while we were at the cafe about poetry. We both write and he asked me why I do it. What possesses me to write what I do. I told him that I considered my poetry to be my own personal scream. He then apologized to me... Told me he was sorry that the people I wanted to speak to haven't been listening. Got to tell you...that shook me up quite a bit this weekend. And sure didn't help my ever present dark spiral.
People are freaks man....and I am one of them damnit!