People are not Poetry

You can write for hours on hours,

Of all the things you wish you could be,

But the truth of the matter is simple;

People are not poetry.

And I know that you wish you weren’t awkward,

That sweet words could roll off your tongue,

But your time here is too short to worry,

How each single sentence is strung.

Your hair doesn’t always sit neatly,

The way a poem sits so neatly in lines,

And sometimes you might feel like a word,

That nobody has learnt to define.

To be crammed into one metaphor,

It’s okay not to know what you’re doing,

Since your feelings don’t have to all rhyme.

Though a poem once complete is eternal,

You have the freedom to change overtime.

You’re much more than can ever be written,

There is no title to say, “This is Me.”

You can’t be trapped in the lines of a notebook,

Because people are not poetry.