To be a poet?

I am not sure if I completely agree with this, nor am I saying I am one. It just kinda came out like this.

To be a poet?

To be a poet,
To exaggerate a rhyme,
To see love and hate and know it,
As all it is, a crime.
To know your darkest desire,
And in it to feed,
To be called a liar,
And with them to agree.
To hold loves hand,
And soak in its radiance,
While hearing hates old band,
And to mix the too, oh askance!

This is what you want?
This is what you crave?
To feel inspirations taunt,
And always be its slave.