Striving for greatness

I so want to be among the great poets For there is so much inside The pains of life overflowing And tormenting my sacred hide The pen often bleeds to the paper Placing my emotions in the atmosphere  Bringing joy and happiness in a few words But mostly sadness and tears Is it wrong to write from a bleeding pen That endures my mourning days My desires seem to be set aside Sadness in many ways Are the great poets feeling the loneliness  And understanding my eternal quest That I want to be among them all Be it joy or sadness at best By Jet