Why

A poem expresses All I keep inside, Be it the good, or the bad. Why else would these words flow so easily? Keeping secrets, Wearing masks, All the while my heart cries inside. Faking smiles Until they feel real. I forgot for a time All my troubles. Surrounded but alone, Shouting but silent. This is an outlet For all the things I never speak aloud. This is a chorus of praise For all I go unacknowledged by. This is a reminder For all the hurt that I will be remembered For all the feelings unspoken For all the memories that I don't want to forget. This is me. All the words I can't articulate right, All that is unsaid in gestures not heard, All the silence I carry for others, Everything can be told. Social awkwardness for a teen Born in the wrong decade, This is the escape. The written word expresses for me What I'll never say. I can be dark, morbid, pissed off, Upset, sad, alone, Joyous, happy, content. I can be myself in a way that can't be misinterupted, misread. So why do I write? Easy, because why hide in the dark Everything from yourself.