I write for expression, not impression.
Physically, I show little emotion.
Mentally, my emotions run wild.
I know that if I keep it all inside
I would explode, and maybe even die.
Because keeping your feelings bottled up
Will turn you into a ticking time bomb
With an unknown date of detonation.

I write because my mind can roam free.
Sometimes through a field full of flowers,
Sometimes through the deep, dark dungeons of hell.
But, wherever my mind chooses to roam
I let its freedom turn into greatness.
My pen’s ink spewing all over the page
Feels like climaxing after great ***:
It allows my mind to chill and relax.

I write because it’s something I’m great at.
I don’t just blend in with all of the rest
I stand right out with the best of the best
And I will not ever settle for less.
But I must confess that it’s not all me
My pen and my pad are essential needs.
Without them all my thoughts would be futile
And the greatness inside would not be seen.


I write because it’s the one thing I love.
Even at my lowest, it cheers me up
While at my highest it can bring me down.
The relationship we have can waver.
Sometimes I feel we are madly in love,
Sometimes I feel like all we do is fight,
But there is one thing I will always know
At the end of the day it’s there for me.