This poem was so different from anything I've seen on PnQ, so instantly I was attracted to it! There were a few pieces I particularly enjoyed, but this is my favorite:

"Wrapped in sweet soliloquies, where truth and fiction are one
Where people see the worst and the best in themselves"

Isn't that the truth -- we write of truth and fiction, we hide behind words in truth and yet we can spin our words stories we conjure up in our heads. We are own our worst critic and yet sometimes we explode ourselves onto paper and feed our ego. This really is a great piece, I love this part so much!