A True Poem

I have been asked to write a poem,
One that lies true.
Coming from my heart,
Is there such a thing?
Am I allowed to feel?
Or will I be told how to feel or act?
I wish not for that,
Yet I am told otherwise.
Should I listen to my heart,
And try to write a poem of feeling?
Or instead listen to a learing crowd,
And write with a lack of feeling,
Though with a more crowd pleasing event?
I ask again if such a thing can exist,
A true poem, if it only holds true for me,
Can it really be true?
I know that in my heart,
There are many that I could write for
And write I shall, if only for one,
It will be my truth,
A truth that only I hold,

"I am but a young girl,
Though a senior in high school.
My age may be seventeen,
Yet I still consider myself young and childish,
As a teenager and a minor.
Though in a year, I'll be a 'major,'
I still know not of many things
Such as the feelings of a job,
Children, betrayal, and the like,
Yet I feel I can say,
I understand true love, or at least love.
Yes, he is the one I love,
The one I call teddy bear.
I stay close to him,
He will protect me and I feel safe.
He is kind, sweet, and lovable.
He is quite a bit like my father and step,
Yet it is all of the good qualities that he posses.
And after all is done,
I will still be his lollipop."

That is the truth that comes from me,
And indeed no one else's.