I wrote, I write, I'm finally right

I wrote, to make them happy I wrote, as recompense for being born I wrote, because I was alive, and alone, and wasn't sure which of the two I hated more But that was then, Now I Write, because I have found my voice, My life, and me. In the ink, the paper and the lines that hold places far more vast than here That's where I found her, That's where I found me And now as I say why I write, The girl that I found and have become smiles, Because for once, at last I know that my reason, Is Right.