On Being a Poet

I don't know if I'm a poet
I don't know if I can be
With nothing more than my enthusiasm
and what's left of my sanity.

I find it hard to meet the standards
to comply with unwritten rules within
When beauty like most things is subjective
and differing views is a given.

So whether or not they say so
My feelings I will not trap inside
For poetry is the music of my soul
Great melodies I must not hide.