Attempting Poetry

I know I’m not that good
At least at poetry I think
I’m good at laughing
Singing
Freaking when there is nothing to freak
And being a headstrong independent person

I’m good at standing on my own two feet
And letting a friend know I care
And I’m not afraid to let the world know
How I’m confident in me

I analyze
I hum
In a drone to the music in my car
I sing an octave higher
Just to feel the thrill because I’m good at it

I heave I breath off my chest
And let myself cry
Just because I’m good at letting my feelings run
And we all need to let our emotions fall from our skin

I dance in front of my mirror
And I’m a professional at keeping my room a mess
Because if one thing must be in disarray
It should be that

I stress
I worry
About today
Tomorrow
And the inevitable
Even though it is inevitable
Which makes me wonder why I do

But I’m not perfect
And I’m glad that I’m not
And when it comes to my poetry
I always fall just short
Of something that is really superb
I write because I’m trying
To hum that methodic drone of verses
And dance that rhythmic feet of lines
Don’t judge me
I’m learning
I’m attempting poetry