Why I Write


The bane of one's existence,
a pathway to another's soul,
it lets me go the distance,
my feelings must be told.
My story left unspoken,
is path left bare,
without a token,
of a soul who may no longer be there.
The simplest times,
the saddest days,
the moments with them,
the madness within.
The life of one,
the demons of many,
I can try to run,
I can't hide from any.
The school day,
a drama rehearsal,
the feelings no longer universal,
I let my world fade away.
It is needed,
it is necessary,
for my freedom,
my forever,
writing is the beginning of my existence.

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