My Reasoning to Start Writing

Asking why I write is like asking why i breathe. I could start out to say it is simple neccesity. One needs air to function correctly I need writing to gather collectivly My thoughts which often run amock Because my head is completely filled up With useless worries and insecurities With constant doubts and horrific unease On paper they seem to come alive And for that instant they catch me by surprise but as each emotion pleads their case The judge starts picking apart their base The emotions grow desperate and cling to the evidence But to the judge their cries leave no resonance And the judge (which is I) makes the final call She decides which are free if any at all On paper in ink they have no power They now cannot worry me in their final hour They are sentenced to irrelevence A most horrible existance Where they slowly fade into indefference. I write to maintain my confidence.