I had a poet's mind
From early childhood time
My brain was of the kind
that could make anything rhyme
I used words much greater
Than my tiny little self
And a few years later
Poetry filled my mind's every shelf
Everything I ever stood for
Was poetic, all the same
In every word I ever spelled
there was my poetry flame
They told me I owed it
To my talent to act on stage
But I, I never wowed it
Acting filled me up with rage
How could I ever utter
Any lines but my own
I felt like such a nutter
In the clothes they'd to me sown
Poetry's the way I am
The say I've always been
It's the closest thing to heart and hand
To express the truths I've seen
Old Teenage Poems
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/because-poetry/
