Why I Write

Sometimes people ask why I write' Well, through ink i can give sight Sight to what lives inside my mind They can see intentions true and kind The pen becomes my voice Its as if i have no choice Its the only way of true expression of self Its my cry for help Writing is tears of joy It can also annoy Because its not all joy and play Ask those who know, about the pain I write because, for me its the only way Otherwise I wouldn't be able to communicate