I write to quench the thirst to be understood.

Say the things to those that most others never would.

I speak to those who see life as cold, harsh, and dim.

I write because if I didn’t, I would be just like them.

I do it for my family who gave up everything for this.

I do it for my friends who help me find where the door is.

I write because I have something to say about this place.

I find it hard not to get a pen and paper and show my distaste

Therapy in my rhymes calms my thoughts of the negative

Allow me to find that thought and reality, all relative.

Pushing my talents to fit those that are in my dream.

Calling this passion, is like saying the Nile is only a stream.

Allows the real me to live on through the form of reading a text

Transforming me into a beast possessing a beating chest

Fear and tact, leaving me after the very first line.

No longer feeling like a ******, their very first time.

With every poem written, a negative feeling lost.

With ever rhyme Written; I become an ocean from the frost.

As a storm from a shower, an inferno from the spark

A thought from the abyss, creating a hero from the dark

I write because of a need, because there is more within

I write to soothe my passion, steady the beast that I store within.