I know

Let me tell you something that I know:

I‘m not a poet,

Nor am I an artist.

(Not a musician or a painter)

 

This is what I know:

Whenever I open up,

I sing -

Strange squeaky noise into a wall.

 

I crave for understanding,

But when I speak -

I yell,

But when I yell I sing!

 

I wish I knew how to make somebody turn,

To who I am.

 

But I can not.

And I regret...

Well, at least I know I‘m not a poet.

Reviews

[Green]

For somebody who isn't a poet, I think you did very well. Good write.