Only a Poet

A fellow poet would understand Mistakes I've made that weren't planned A reader of words could love me still Even if I couldn't fit the bill You see my language and comprehend The demons I've fought and emotions I blend Stirring together with a dash of wit Kneading neatly for a perfect fit Secret ingredients tossed in the batter Even though they may not flatter A dish of me, prepared for you An honest and blunt pot of stew Those around me can't see this pot Their noses high and opinions taut It matters not, the tears I shed I still remain, to them, misread Cheers to my fellow artists, dissecting my rhymes Wearing my shoes through trying times My heart wide open, surrendered pride To you, my friends, I openly confide