I'm not sure what I came here for.
Are the likes and views for keeping score?
Am I here to appease the masses?
To see if they'll toast me and clink their glasses?

Perhaps I'm here just for me.
If I keep writing perhaps I'll see.
That maybe what you said was true.
That I should write for me and not for you.

The fact is, I don't write for us.
My words aren't even worth the fuss.
They're merely the results of a mysterious need.
A task, an urge, a dastardly deed.

I guess the point I'd like to make.
If even only for point making sake.
I'm not writing for likes or even I.
It's just something to do until I die.