I'm not a good writer, Not one little bit. My words don't rhyme, My lines aren't chime. I’m a bipolar, And a ****-a-hoop too. Sometimes, I talk a lot-- literally, profane and sarcastically. Sometimes, I keep my mouth shut, Bring out a paper and a pen. Draw and write, Whatever it may be. I'm not a good writer, But I have a colorful life-- colors of bliss, of love, of pain, of suffering, of blatant situations, of blasphemy. That's all that matters, And that I want to share with you. I know, I'm not much a poet, But life, forces me to write.
"I'm not much a poet, but life's pushing me to write."