Sometimes I hate what I write
How I write it
And why I write it
I tear myself apart about it
I analyze
I judge
I despise
I erase it
Too many mistakes .
Sometimes I love what I read
How I perceive it
How I relate
The feelings it ignites
The thrill
The rush
The humor
And the total trust of a strangers words
I admire it
I envy
I bask in it
My God
What a price to pay for expression.