This is why I write

Why I write, started long ago A warm home but on the inside I was cold With a mind full of discouragement, Poetry became my encouragement Emotions oozing down thru my ink Flowing down as if I did not even think Being bullied as an occupation Depression to compensate my desperation To conquer the beasts before me, I wrote and my love grew for poetry The numbness to it all My picker upper when I fall My loudest cries were through my art That removed the pain puncturing my heart The way I learned to fight, This is why I write