Soul On The Page (this is me)

so yeah not really sure what to make of this is it spoken word (poetry) or some unorthedox rap. frankly i don't want to label this take it for what it is... me bearing my soul for anyone who dares to read.

allow me to disrobe, so you can see me a little more clearly/
without those clothes I don't look anywhere fat, see/
see me, and all of my imperfections/
i don't like mirrors, because they remind me of my imperfections/
i don't like mirrors, because they show me my reflection/
you see the clothes are just for the protection from the heat and the cold/
but you don't see the clothes aren't just for the protection from the heat and the cold but protection from the judging eyes of all yo'z(yours)/
its a fear you see/
that's hidden deep inside of me/
this is my soul on a page, this is me/
me and my insecurities/
my beliefs, hopes, and dreams are as fragile as glass, it seems/
i tend to keep them wrapped to avoid the fears of them meeting the rocks of life and ending with a loud, sharp, crash. all from one trip during a dash/
so with that/
if my dreams are like glass/
then my hopes would be dead grass/
trampled on, ripped up, cut, and grown to be mowed down again/
hopes are like blue grass in a drought, in southern cali/
far,far away from the valley/
in the middle of in wildfire season/
my beliefs i won't explain this and i don't need a reason/
however i will say i feel like I've been abandoned and stranded/
and allowed to let my thoughts run rampit/
as i take a chug, gulp, swallow, and a sip/
maybe this disease and the disorder will release me from their grip/
i guess i can wait and enjoy it while chug gulp swallow and a sip/
so now you've seen me, me in the flesh, down to the birthday suit, bare, and butt naked/
see me and know that I didn't fake this/
take this/
this is my soul on the page, this me bare naked/