I am no poet

I am no poet. Deep down I know it. My words do not rhyme, They don’t make me laugh, or scream, or cry. I am no poet. I couldn’t bare if the stains on my soul were known, Things people never knew were there. My sadness, My happiness, My shame. I stare at my notes at a loss for words, None of these thoughts will ever be heard for I am a coward. And as I write this now I can only think one thing, and will share this so everyone knows it. I Am No Poet.