Not A Poet
Imagine having everyone know your
Deepest thoughts
Darkest moments
All your mistakes
That’s what they do
They pour their heart out
And leave it all on the page
They have to form thoughts into words
Words into lines
And lines that fit together
Like a puzzle
They have the courage to speak up
To stand out
To wonder if someone is even listening
If they can do it
Then why can’t I?
Why can’t I pour my heart out
And leave it all on the page?
Who says that I have to put a label on
Getting my point across?
I choose to express myself freely
Poetically or not
This poem is about:
Me