I call myself a poet because I want to create beautiful things,

But deep inside my heart I want to be the poem that makes peoples heart sting and pulls hard on their heart strings.

I want to people to see the side of me that stays locked away so lonely,

I want to be the reason for atleast someones laughter, pain and glory.

I want to be seen as a beautiful creature,

In shreds, something that bled, but still pretty in his nature.

Not perfect, like the other peoples admirers say,

But scarred and survived, like the strongest stay.

A double edged sword forged of pain and suffering.

August 16th 2022