So deep I can't even
I read these poems and wonder what they mean
When nothing really means what it really means
The words are convoluted to a desperate degree
In a teenage rebellion trying to get free
I feel like such a phony because my poetry's not deep
And sometiems, gasp, it rhymes, how un chique
I cannot slam about feelings that I cannot express
When someone wants to read my poetry, no, I contest
I am a deep thinker that cannot comprehend
that words to express what I mean in the end
The words are a narrow path that circles round and round
When the theme is questioned, it runs off and cannot be found
I write word diarrhea that sometimes comes out pretty
But when people look at my poetry, golly gee do I feel shifty