i write to
cushion myself
from a tragic fall
where people betray me
and never dare
to be different
from the other one walking
they must
be the same
clone after clone
i never see anything
change
i write to dream
a different kind of peace
one where we are all loved
because the world we live in today
is scarily full of hate
full of anger and full of lies
there is only so much I can take
i write to inspire
in hopes that someone will ask
why do i keep this notebook hidden to myself?
to discover
the wonders
i keep to myself
so their eyes can see too
the dreams i hope will come true
i write
because it is a language
we can all speak
no matter what part of the world
this language is the language of me