The Meaning of My Diction

I always wanted to be them Those famous writers Who the teachers would use as an example for a text And they would ask why do you think the author wrote this I always wanted to express The feelings I were to shy to say So I write and pour my soul With every keystroke and letter scripted on the paper I empty my heart bare As the words flow and flow at my fingertips You question my purpose of writing these poems? Well I bleed out the answer to your inquisition amongst the shell of my words and deep into their souls If you explore and try to find the real meaning you will find your answer You question why write And I boldly retort why not I am not afraid to challenge anyone who dare asks why partake in such a beautiful activity I do it unconsciously to be truthful I cant help the words pouring Like you cant stop Niagara from falling You dare ponder why I keep writing The answer is congruent as to why you keep breathing You may not like what I have to say Nor do I care I don’t write my poems for you' They are just for me to share Gaze deeply into my words and you will only see me Gaze deeply into me and you will only see my words My soul impure yet loyal to my words I write to express I write to caress all the unwanted evils banished from our eyes and expose the injustice the death and the lies I write to give hope I write to love I write to fly into worlds I never dreamed of experiencing Into words I never imagined me saying Into realities I cant stand facing Into dreams I will spend my hold life seizing You don’t get it and its OK you never will I write for me For myself and myself only That maybe selfish but it is the despicable truth I don't write for you nor to inspire I cant write for you or what you desire I write for me I write to breathe I write to attempt to control something when everything else is out of reach Do you now understand the meaning of my diction I write because in writing I can find myself And finding myself is what I need In so I LIVE I BREATHE I WRITE!