Why I Write

I write because It Defines me I write to show others who I strive to be My pen and paper express what I can't My pen and paper are my only friends My words only flow correctly if there's a pen and paper right in front of me. My imagination is bright but only when I write. When I fall my words catch me when everyone leaves my paper is still there You can't see it but they show when im alone. When my words began to flow they take me to an imaginary world There you see the real me show. You won't know me or maybe you might, but the real me shows in the reason I write.