Teardrops Turned To Words

This Is Me

My writing is terrible
It's hardly bearable

Its all a jumbled mess
This I must confess

My poetry's bad
No this doesn't make me sad

All these are fact
On which I'll never act

Because I have so many hopes and dreams
And they're all bursting at the seams

I have one book that's a success
For this I feel blessed

But it was all dumb blind luck
And I'm still wonderstruck

I get all these votes
Just because I have an obsession with quotes

And because others I want to make happy
And yeah I know that makes me sound sappy

People keep pming me saying sweet words and acting like I'm royalty
To which I reply I'm practically a nobody
And all my friends think I have way too much modesty

This is not me being sad, angry, braggy, or bitter this is me
this is who I am and who I'm meant to be

I can feel it in my bones
This is my souls home