I AM A POEM
Today I am a poem
A page in a book I have yet to write
Today I am writing about me
And how I dream in Technicolor almost every night
I am writing about my id, my angst, my inner self, my outer shell
My Yin, my Yang, whatever I am.
There is no escaping this private hell.
I must set my angst free
From the unbearable anguish of life
With the hope of triumph over adversity.
In my raging anger I have lived not died
And now I have nothing else to hide.