Why I Write

If you saw the me I am Instead of the me I wear You wouldn’t believe me If you saw the brokenness and tears Instead of the smiles and joy You wouldn’t like me But in poetry I am anonymous So I can tell you what I hide That which is masked over If I could be the opposite of me Instead of whom I force myself to be You would be shocked horribly If you knew it was me who wrote these verses Instead of some veiled name You would too understand why I write poetry