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I Write

I write
Because I'm angry
At all that has transpired
And where else can I yell?

I write
Because I'm awkward
Failing at the real world
Ignoring their snide remarks and snickers.

I write
Because I'm lonely
And paper, pens, a pencil
Can be such great friends.

I write
Because my thoughts
Are spiraling out of control
And on paper they make some sense.

I write
To pass the time
That is flying quickly by
Hoping it will never run out.

I write
To tell my secrets
In a place that is so loyal
And will never betray me.

I write
To describe my universe
For future generations
To see the world as I see it.

I write
Because I've been told
That someday I could be good
And I fear letting them down.

I write
because secretly
I'm hoping someone might care
Enough to read my works.

I write
To prove a point
That nothing is as
It seems.

I write
To tell my story
To explain my thoughts
To others and to myself.

I write
Because writing is all I have
It is mine alone
No one can take it away.

I write
Because I love it:
The blur of scribbled words
Flying off the page
The secrets I can whisper
Somewhere I know they'll be safe
And in a hundred years I swear
You can bet that even then will
I write.

25-05-2011

Description
I Write

I write
Because I'm angry
At all that has transpired
And where else can I yell?

I write
Because I'm awkward
Failing at the real world
Ignoring their snide remarks and snickers.

I write
Because I'm lonely
And paper, pens, a pencil
Can be such great friends.

I write
Because my thoughts
Are spiraling out of control
And on paper they make some sense.

I write
To pass the time
That is flying quickly by
Hoping it will never run out.

I write
To tell my secrets
In a place that is so loyal
And will never betray me.

I write
To describe my universe
For future generations
To see the world as I see it.

I write
Because I've been told
That someday I could be good
And I fear letting them down.

I write
because secretly
I'm hoping someone might care
Enough to read my works.

I write
To prove a point
That nothing is as
It seems.

I write
To tell my story
To explain my thoughts
To others and to myself.

I write
Because writing is all I have
It is mine alone
No one can take it away.

I write
Because I love it:
The blur of scribbled words
Flying off the page
The secrets I can whisper
Somewhere I know they'll be safe
And in a hundred years I swear
You can bet that even then will
I write.

25-05-2011