Hello, I love to write
Way into the night.
I sleep for a little bit,
Then I wake up to it:
The storm inside my head,
I have to get it out on pen.
What is it this time?
I write about life,
I write on how I feel,
Knowing it's all for real.
I try really hard to share,
What others would care.
I shouldn't be so worried
Of what others may see,
To like what I put down,
It's a hundred percent sound.
I don't write much about love,
I can only dream about above.
At least I write what I feel is true,
Think a different way then you.
It's all good up in here,
Pure, uncut, and clear.