Confessions of a Poetry Souper

So, I write, Sometimes I do it for me At times it's out of spite I should just let it be Instead internal fight It's hard to match these words And rhyme them every time Sometimes it for the birds I know it has to rhyme. I feel like such a nerd. Emotions,memories flood Inside my inner soul, They grow and then they bud, Completed now I'm whole, Have not created a dud. I try to tell a truth Share a fact or two Like when I lost a tooth Is what I need to do, Mustn't lose my couth. I like the words to play And sound and syllables dance There is a certain way It's not achieved by chance. Someday it might pay. Until that day does come I try and do my best. Make them all for fun To share with all the rest Enjoy I hope for some.