Poem

The poem is not just lines

Which are written in rhymes

It is someone telling 

Using words to explain feelings 

Though reading all knew

Understanding has a few

The same way my dear friend 

Though all thoughts I may lend

Yet I bet you will find 

Difficult to know my mind

Some may call me a cheerful woman

The other will call rude then

I know me, who I am

I am nothing but a poem

You need to read beyond words 

My thoughts are like free birds

I may be bound and kept in prison

But my views have a wide vision

I may shake and almost break

But strong are my thoughts they aren't fake

As they are strong they won't alter

They are like my poems truly Immortal.