Nothing

This is not a poem,
There are no lines,
Nothing to follow,
Nothing to await.

It's just me,
And all I am.

I have no rhyme,
I have no rhythm,
This is not a song,
It is not a letter,
It is not a love note.

These are my words,
And all they have to offer,
These are my thoughts,
They will never differ.

Belive them,
Hate them,
Await for more.

You won't find anything,
Other than what you see,
Like I started off to say,
These words are me and who I am.

Nothing else.

This is not a poem,
There are no lines,
Nothing to follow,
Nothing to await.