A piece of me

My life's a piece of poetry; 
the ones who read are the         
ones who see
I am no ode nor a satire,
might be an elegy or a pun, 
But how shallow my thought is, 
it's no fun...


My life's a piece of prose; 
the ones who write are the ones who are free
In the depths of my own existence, 
in the darkness I wander, 
in the light I yonder; 
I am restless...

My life's a piece of literature;
the ones who know are the ones who judge
The thought of fear 
my mind's never been clear, 
To fathom my suffering 
you need to read me so dear....


My life's a piece of me; 
I will let you in, but I won't let you know.