Dare I call myself a poet?
Because I scribble on a page?
Am I deep like a poet?
Do my words flow with the grace of a poets tongue?
Dare I call myself beautiful?
How beautiful is the skin of an angel
with the heart of a demon?
How beautiful is the face of a goddess
with the eyes of a beast?
Would I call myself ugly?
are I call myself sane?
How sane is one who believes in the carnage of the carnival?
The justice of the joker?
Do I call myself insane?
Dare I call myself liked?
How well like am I when I don't like myself?
Don't like my friends?
Would I call myself disliked?
Dare I call myself confident?
Can I be confident with so many questions?
Dare I call myself sweet?
How sweet is the chocolate that is coated with rage?
Dare I call myself experienced?
With so many years left to learn?
When can I call myself me?
