Who I am,

Is the reason I write.

Who I am,

Is the reason I fight.

I write to explain,

The unbareable.

The hurt, The pain

The unshareable.

Trying to get the words out,

Is like throwing covers to put out a fire.

The fire keeps building and building,

Finally giving up from being tired.

Its hard to explain,

Easy to write.

Who I am,

Is on paper in your sight.

Who I am.

Im not sure I know.

But when I write,

My true feelings show.

So before you want to judge,

Ask me why I write,

Read about my hardships,

Read about my fight.

Cause who I am,

Is on paper in clear sight.

Who I am is the reason  I write...