My life is a poem

My life,
is so much like a poem,
the only problem,
is that it doesn't rhyme.

So why am I categorized in poems?
When a quote..
is how I should be defined.

I start off not knowing where to go,
what purpose is my life?
My poem has no subject so,
for words I have to strife.

I just live,
it's quite simple,
I keep my feelings passive.

But when I read this poem through,
I realize something I didn't do.
I didn't open up myself,
I just laid,
like an old book on the book shelf.

I am going to open up,
get my words to rhyme,
for my life doesn't suck,
Oh yes..it's about time.

Burst out in a vibrant blast of color,
For no reason I suddenly feel stronger,
and I read through this poem again,
and the beat, I'm starting to comprehend.

My life is alot like a poem,
when I give up it fills with boredom,
but if I try,
really try,
I can bring out words,
that can make you cry,
if I try,
really try,
my life could be as interesting as one of a spy.
But as I get to writing,
I see this poem is getting boring,
so let me put my fingers to rest,
as the story of how my life is a poem...
you must truly detest.