This is Me

I wrote this poem for the people who ask me why I like poetry and why i enjoy writing it.

I let my feelings flow,
And crash onto the paper down below.

Telling you how I feel,
Every tale I say is real.

This paper and pen my choice tools,
That help me show you how I broke all the rules.

When I am sad or missing someone dear,
When I am mad, displeased or full of fear.

When my eyes pour tears and smudge the ink,
When I smile ear to ear because I found the missing link.

You’ll know exactly how I felt and exactly what I saw,
You’ll know exactly what I meant by ‘that dark , empty hall.’

I am a teenage poet with feelings flying free,
I am a young woman helping the world understand me.