maybe I'm not poetic
And maybe I don't rhyme
Maybe I dont use big words
Or complicated styles
And maybe Im not enough
For you to accept
But i know that in my mind
There are words left unsaid
Thoughts left unheard
And lives ive never touched
So i take my old pen
And a piece of paper
And i write myself down
Bleed my emotions through pain
Make sense into scribbles
That carry more than one grasps
So again i say that maybe im not poetic
But i am indeed a poet