i wrote a poem
Up close I'm a mess
But from a distance I look fine
Get to know me and I'll confess
That my insides are an intricate design
A life full of cross outs
And mistakes I've made
Turns my mouth favorable to pouts
And my words kind of vague
An abundance of white
From afar seems exact
But come closer you might
See my background's completly black
Paint a picture of words
Or write a word of paint
These are the thoughts I write
And now the styles - they fight
I've gone from one to three
And two to four
Now I mix it up a bit
And you'll beg for more
This painting reminds me of
My life and my thoughts
But a question remains
Do you know me or not?