This Is Me

Please dont adjust your tv set

What you see is what you get

This is me

In full unfiltered glory

No thrills no mystery

Just me and my history

These scars

Torn out of diary pages

Old regrets, lost ages

Flame licked, scattered embers of me

Insanity

twisted into a vague shape of  humanity

The saggy bags beneath the eyes,

the former beer belly

now most likely to be full of pies

So dont adjust your tele

This is me in all my rawness

I'm not a model, or an Adonis

I'm just a man, with a heart

Soul and mind, I have a pen that writes

The thoughts that I find

Or that find me

See thoughts often come in waves, at 2 or 3

They flash through my head like a tidal surge

I have to write them down, like a primal urge

I have love, I have hope, I have doubt

I have hurt I have tears I have joy inside out

I'm just me

And that's who I'll always be

A poet with a pen

An artist in this world of misery

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.