I've written in anger And sorted myself out I've written on drugs And found new meanings I've written in sadness And found that I am beautiful I've written before bed And never let my head hit the pillow I've written about my skin And no one knows what I am I've written about what it means to be human And I still have no answers I've written while in love And have had many lovers I've written in art And hid the words within the blank spaces I've written rambles And each one more absurd then the last I have written about my adventures And returned filthy and alive I've written stolen words from the wise And spread the knowledge far and wide I've written to you And you have read I've written And have kept writing.