Poetry of Self-Knowledge

For reading poetry so much and so many poets, I am not right if what I write is mine, or them ... My mouth is a sensitive, speaks up in silence... There are speaking mouths. without brain ... there are mouths that talk beyond that the speech itself ... Crazy mouth I love myself, I admire ... however. I'm not a narcissist ... I realize that I'm not ugly, nor pretty ... but surely I am, fantastically live My mother was my first room crib and address ... After that, I came to the world... This body of mine, I borrowed it in a settlement supermarket from another nursery world