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.