A friend of mine Recently asked me a perplexing question: "Why do you write?" At the time, my answer was: "Because I want to express myself." But the more I thought about the question, The less sure I was that my answer was sufficient. Why I write is more complex than that.
I write to tell the stories That I wouldn't dare say aloud. People don't care to listen anyway.
I write to free myself, To go beyond my ****** anchor, And be something more.
I write to assure myself, That someone cares about what I have to say, When I'm lonely.
I write to keep away boredom, When my mind is going nowhere fast, And my day is crap.
I write to let it all out, In the best times and the worst. No matter what holds me back in life, Nothing contains me here.