Day One

This is a poem, and it's not for you.
It's not for my mother, my brother, or you.
It's not for my teachers, my boss, or my friends
The list of who this poem is not for does not quite end
This poem is for me, my soul, my bones
It's not a damn thing except for my own
The rhythm is sloppy, haphazard at best
But it's only for me and not for the rest
So I use simple rhyming and sound like a kid
But I wanted to write it

And now I did.