I Write For Me

I began writing, As a child, Bearing sorrow of mother's absence, I was damaged, but content and mild. I fell in love, With poets and poetry, I promise to always write, My own personal decree. My darkest secrets, My deepest hurt, The worst of my pain, Appear suddenly in words. I write to feel, So I won't be silent, I write instead of cry, It's a way for me to vent. I inscribe my profound thoughts, So I won't conform to society, I loathe a world that's all the same, If uniqueness is sinful, then I must be. I do not write for others, I do not write to please, I do not write for acceptance, I simply write for me.