I’m a poet, of course
And I’m my own source
Of inspiration that helps me to write
With pen and with ink
I assess and I think
To what led to my downfall and plight
Then I scribble it down
As my feet touch the ground
And I stay certain if just out of spite
With no room to fail
Or to outweigh the scales
The fire inside me ignites
And there you have it
A pitiful magnet
Attracting the eyes of a crowd
And with hits and with misses
I value the kisses
As I stand with my chest out and proud