My poems mean what you make of them,
Nothing more and nothing less.
I just want to take these words,
And get them off my chest.
People say I'm not dedicated,
Never sticking to a plan.
I just say they're not educated,
And I've written more than they can.
Truth is, in real life, I'm really quiet,
Never spoke my mind, barely even tried it.
But here, in my poems, I'll speak to you,
Regardless of whether or not I'm feeling blue.
YOU ARE READING
Yours Truly, Me.
Poetry" I can lie just like they tell me, or I can break this crazy spell/ I can fake my way to heaven, or take my sorry ass to hell, " -Yours Truly, Me.