This is the way I flow, no need to try to change me.
I am who I choose, I make myself how I want to be.

You are welcome to your opinions of me, though..
They will probably be wrong and make me want to go.

I  am a poet: masterful, professional, crafty.
My works are never made the slightest bit drafty.

Welcome to my world, adversaries are abound.
They try to kill what I love, but I'll always rebound.

I'm a bit cracked out at times, sorry to be hyper.
But it's better than being bit by depression's viper.

My passion for this world has greatly faded,
But my eyes will never be totally shaded.

I see all the colors, from violet to red.
I see all the smiles at my own homestead.

You may ask yourself, why such short rhymes?
The answer is I don't like to seem like mimes..

I try to go along my own path in life.
I don't like normality's typical strife.

I fear I must end this now, my time seems to of  come.
I'll give out more work soon, for our masses and then some.

Until then, my fellow poets, I bid thee adieu.
I shall return when I am refreshed and can review.