So … yeah. If you’re looking for optimistic poetry, give it a good scroll down. I haven’t got much lately! This one, despite the title, is no exception to that…
Why I Write
I never really asked myself
Why I write
It seemed a silly question
With a long vibrant answer
But I can’t give that today
Don’t ask my
I won’t answer in voice
But if you wait long enough
I’ll answer in words
Because that’s why I write
I can put a pen to paper
And just as easily put a mask on myself
That character there
That narrator here
They are all me
The one who cries herself to sleep
The one whose got nothing figured out
The one who always thinks they’re alone
The one who wants it all to end
Yes, the screamer is me too
I’m yelling at you, whoever you are
Wanting to be heard
Needing someone, who needn’t respond
To read my work and nod
I want you to understand
With every word, that’s what I’m doing
I’m screaming
I’m pretending
I’m begging
Today, that’s why I write
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