Poet's mess

As I keep writing this shitty mess In the realm of words, I dare to tread, With pen in hand, my thoughts widespread. But as I write, a blush does spread, My cheeks turn red, my face, it's said. For in this worthless piece of poem, I bare my soul, Emotions raw, beyond control. Each line I craft, a piece of me, Revealing depths, for all to see. With every word, a part is unveiled, And as I write, my heart takes flight, Blushing hues, a sign of might. For this , I find release, A testament to my inner peace. Though embarrassment may cloud my view, I embrace the blushing red, for it is true. So let the words flow, unashamed, In shades, For in this poem, blushing and red, I find the courage to be truly said: fuck y'all and have a shitty day