This Poem is Me

Who am I? A blank white page,

words expressed, joy and rage.

Flowing ink to cover up tears,

courageous words pushing back fears.

Dreaming mind to hide the past,

putting others forward, myself last.

Who am I? No one will ask,

I filled a page with the perfect mask.




Words escaping a jumbled mind,

reaching outwards to be left behind.

But words have power and take their place,

protecting my heart, hiding my face.

Don't ask for answerers you can't hear,

you try to see, but I disappear.

I could be him, I could be her,

I could be you, can you be sure?




Thoughts I share, feelings I show,

but me I hide, you'll never know.

But I will stay and speak my mind,

who knows if you read what you'll find.

And who you are, I won't try to define,

that's the difference in your poetry and mine.

But who I am, I will not say...

I might be gone tomorrow, but I'm here today.