I want to write for me.
Not for anyone else.
Just for me.

The words are true.
They come from the heart.
They are true.

My thoughts are personal.
Though I share them.
They are personal.

My poems are failing.
When I reread them.
They are failing.

I've been writing for others.
As much as I fight it.
It's been for others.

I am a writer.
This is part of my life.
Lins, the writer.

I will write for myself.
No matter what.
Just for myself.