I Write


I write to free my mind, my thoughts
A deadly weapon to society
You pick up a gun or a knife
I pick up a pen and let my words
start to fight
You fill your emptiness with drugs
Whereas I fill it with haunting words
I see things you can't see
I allow myself to learn
More then you will ever know
I watch, I listen and most importantly I feel
Then I write
I don't care if I make a difference
when I write
At times I know my words can change
or even save a life
And just when you think I have
nothing left to say
I pick my pen right back up for
a new day
And I write.

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