I am a poem

I am a poem.

Many places are my home.

I am my own work of art. 

I'm a work in progress.

I express myself without shame.

And you can't point the finger to blame me.

And you won't win. 

In years to come they'll always say he saved me. 

I don't suffer; truly, I dont.

I constantly keep reinventing myself.

I am a masterpiece, a unique design

Crafted with care, one of a kind

My brushstrokes bold, my colors bright

A mix of darkness, but also light

I am my own creation, a product of my own heart

A reflection of my soul, a work of art

With every mistake, I learn and grow

Like a canvas, I am bare to reflect and show

My style is ever-changing, never the same

I am not confined by society's frame

I am a collage of emotions and dreams

A mosaic of experiences, or so it seems

I am a poem, with hidden meanings

A story waiting to be told, with deeper feelings

My genre is undefined, I cannot be contained

For I am constantly evolving, never the same

I am my own canvas, my own muse

With each stroke, I break free from the rules

I am not perfect, but that's okay

For I am my own work of art, in every single way

So don't try to mold me, or fit me in a box

For I am a masterpiece, constantly unlocked

I am my own creation, my own design

I am my own work of art, and I'll forever shine.

I am a poem.