Anyways, I need some help on a poem I'm writing for my thespian Inductor.
It's pretty much a "thank you for helping me" poem for the context::::

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I'll be honest and say
Poems have never really been my thing
They usually leave me in disarray
Hopefully, this won't be too overwhelming

I remember my first day at a rehearsal
I'll be lying if I say is wasn't awkward
But the way everyone interacted was truly inspirational
Though, I've never been much of a talker

I wanted to fit it so badly
But I didn't know how to approach anyone
Looking back, I don't know why exactly
Because I now feel so comfortable with everyone

People tell me I get attached too easily
I've always been 'the emotional friend'
That I rush into things too eagerly
That I don't think it out to the end

I know I'm get too sympathetic
I get as sappy as sap can get
However, I am in no way apologetic
Honestly, you should blame the Internet

But I've always acted on my instinct
Gone with the flow, followed my minds current
Rather then fruitlessly attempted to go against it.
And where it's led me has become apparent

Call it a place to belong
Or only a group of people that have changed my life
I now have friends I can lean on
A place with little conflict or strife

Call me an ignorant child
Dreaming too big, drifting too far
But I don't think you realize how long it's been since I truly smiled
Flying through life like a shooting star

So maybe now you understand my gratitude
Or maybe you don't
But after my short, sentence interlude
Maybe my intentions are still unknown

I've never had a way with words
So I guess I'll come up short
Topple my fumbling house of cards
Anyways, why does gratitude need support

Thank you
I told you I was going to be blunt
Here is your mind blowing breakthrough
I dropped niceties and said it upfront

I told you at the beginning have never had a way with poems
I begin to ramble, and I don't know where it goes
Somehow, it becomes wholesome
Though, it's honesty a long rant, what I compose

The end is usually where it falls apart
I try to be emotionally inspiring
It's honesty a dysfunctional way of art
My clever vocabulary, expiring

I was planning on dropping some Broadway references here and there
Some Hamilton, Rent, or even Avenue Q
But I think I'll spare your emotional welfare
And end it with a thank you

And say it in 525,600 ways
There truly is no day but today
I promise I'll be okay

I will not throw away my shot
Because it's the only chance I've got
There's a million things I haven't done

Just you wait