The Truth

I know my poems are heartfelt
But most of them aren't true
Like poems that end in happy ways
Such as me ending up with u

My life isn't a fairy tale
Although I wish it were
I can feel emotions like jealousy
Such as when I see you with her

I know my poems have detailed feelings
But most of them aren't mine
Instead, my poems should be happy
Or tell tales of traveling through time

My mom says I'm a happy kid
Yet has doubts when she reads my work
I even doubt myself most times
It hard to know what I'm worth

I want to write poems true to my life
But my life is normal and bland
There isn't a feeling that I now have
Those others don't understand

I try to match up with the best
But my poetry never competes
Because while other's poems have relevance
Nothing has ever happened to me

So here I sit with a pen in one hand
And a book lay out in front of me
As I try my hardest to write a poem
That I can honestly see

So don't relate to what I say
These poems just rhyming words
I haven't yet cut or stabbed myself
Or flew in skies with birds

Most people say that I'm a fake
Because I'm not really depressed
Yet they don't know what I've gone through
In order to be the best

So here I am pouring out myself
From the real persona of my youth
So what I'm saying is not a poem....it I just called
The truth