Wordsmith

They call me wordsmith;
I'm not sure what that means.
I do not create anything of use;
I create nonsensical or depressing phrases
That hold no meaning for anyone but myself.

They call me poet;
I'm not sure how to respond.
I write rhymes and verses:
Little webs to hold my feelings, trapped,
But somehow, others feel what I locked away.

They call me artist,
But I disagree.
I simply vomited words out,
And tried vainly to sort through them.
That's not what I'd call art.

They call me wordsmith;
I don't know what to say.
Poet, artist--what does that mean?
It doesn't matter really.
I can be a wordsmith.