I Am an Expressor

Like a raisin under the sun we all prune Prune with trials out of this world we live to overcome The pressure of trying to do something with our lives leaves us desperate "Why do I write?" is not the question you ask me My mind interprets it into who am I? If you must ask me this question I'll answer I am an expressor I don't just write I overcome an army of trials with just a pen and a random piece of paper All of my doubts and insecurities are slayed My mind is in my control I'm alive I'm unleashed in a world of pure significance And my pride is surely at peace.