A small poem I wrote, Out of subject

Hey guys, Let me introduce myself, I am a 13 years old dude (I just turned 13 :P) that likes to write stories (creepypasta, small books, horror stories, fantastic stories) and I adore poetry since I am the age of 7. I speak 4 languages, (Sorry if I make some mistakes, my main language is french (Qc, CA). I am Silver 2 main mid/top that once got Gold. Alright, enough about me. So this is my first post on here and I'll make it about my passion, literature. This is the 3rd poem I've published on Quotev (My 1st getting 40 views and 2nd getting 10) and I decided to post it here because I know there might be more people viewing it.If you can please give me feedback! So here goes my poem.

*Oh wind, Your breeze brings back the past Full of rage, full of hate, Tomorrow will be gone in a blast Yesterday is already late.

Oh wind, Your scent brings back memories Sugar and gingerbread, Many envies, Excluding blood of the dead.

Oh wind, Your breeze is always there, For rich and disadvantaged, For whom nobody take care, Your comfort gives them a bed.

Oh wind, Your coldness is touching me, Deep in my heart, You are a wannabe, It's best we stay appart

I wont forget you breeze, I see you breeze, I see you breeze through me.*

Thanks for reading! :D

May be with you