I am a poet, can't you tell?

I am a poet, can't you tell?
I walk in circles when I talk,
like the minute hand chasing the hour
and always i have to
keep the beat,
keep the beat,
keep the beat
like the seconds running down the minute,
who chases the hour,
but neither can keep up with each other.
I am the introverted observer
who sits in the corner and writes down her thoughts
because she doesn't know how you'll react
if she says them out loud.
I am a front line soldier,
armed with a pen and pad.
I am my mother's warrior
with her teachings behind me.
No emotion,
No fear,
No regret,
No mercy.
This is me.
Finally, this is me.