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This Is My Reason To Write


This is my reason to write I have gone through the stages of hell I've been locked in a depression cell This is my reason to write I witness people get hurt and die I have to watch that with my own brown eye This is my reason to write I take my mistakes as lessons learned But my parents think otherwise This is my reason to write I haven't had much support But my confidence sure as hell beats their family resort This is my reason to write I've walked the path of the wrong I've been shamed of who I believe I am This is my reason to write Because I can't feel like my age Their expectations put my life in a tornado of rage I can't stop myself from my actions with a blade I can only take my pain and face the next day I don't write to receive pity from another I don't write to drown you in my world This is not my reason to write I have a story to tell I would rather speak out loud then dwell This is not my reason to write My family is not the people they want to be I can't help questioning who I am This is not my reason to write I watch as my world burns down like hell As I sit in my room writing the story I was born to tell This is why I write I write because I connect with an audience I want teenagers to know that life doesn't have to be all violence We live in a hard scary world Where people can't express themselves Where life is just a game and a joke Where kids grow up Unstable and slippery like yoke This is my reason to write To show you it's okay to be silent It's not okay to be punished for speaking out loud This is my reason to write I write because I have to, not because I want to I write because I'm left at home with no one to company me This is my reason to write Because not all my poems need to rhyme Just to get my story out and straight as a line This is my reason to write I tell stories of fights I tell stories of lonely nights I tell stories of rhyming words and twisted tales I tell stories of broken hearts and girls left pale. I can write for hours at a time I cant function with society This is my reason to write My chance to speak loud and fight Silently though...like the night
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