Why I write

I Love writing, who doesn't? It seems, A peace of mind With each these lines Im sure everybody wants it What else would I want from this? A taste of words, the best of palets Same ol' story, Daddy gone Mom at her second job, But still conflicts at home arguing over the phone expressed more in pain but these words put me at balance Told daddy, These could be my last words couple nouns and adverbs Hed say ill wait till it happens Now that's poetry, leave after a beating, snapping Have no fear, he's gone pulls off, music to my ears the fact is, this is probably the reason i write so much The only place where my rules matter within these note pads, or.. no paper at all, id write on back doors no home training, would have thought father taught me more read half i wrote, flows lower than doggy doors Even when im wrong for once i have no one but a pencil to repent to schools out, gtta find another counselor to vent to i write for those same people i lend food. To at the same dinner table. Feeling the heat, i need a release i could explode, go crazy on these sheets when my brain needs to let out grief