The Confessions Of A Writer

I'm sorry I'm a writer

I write from deep inside

Nothing has made life lighter

All I've done is lied

But I am a fighter

To understand the truth you'll read the words on the pages

And see the scars on my surface

Will you still love me in my moody stages

And when i feel I have no purpose

You need to understand

I am a writer

I write with my heart not my hand

Now I must write, nothing has made my life brighter

Nothing until you