A new poem

I called myself a poet
I called myself an artist
Told myself to do it
And not to tighten my fist

I called myself understanding
I called myself cruel
Told my hatred to keep standing
And honor me one last duel

I called myself friend
I called myself dick
Told myself that this has to end
And in new beginnings I shall pick

I called myself bastard
I called myself true
Told myself to not be retarded
And that a lot of things are new

I called myself creative
I called myself imitation
Told myself to be more assertive
And that I can't always be creation

A poem about my experiences with making poems

Decent rhythm. Not sure, but I think you should reword stanza 3 line 4 slightly. Just seems like you're talking about the future and new beginnings and yet you use a past tense so it seems out of place.

I like the rhythm and style. The lines had a good pattern going with the first words, but I thought you were going to use a positive and negative approach to the content.

I enjoyed it overall, except what Xenon mentioned. the one line doesn't fit grammatically