Why I Write
I write to be heard
no one listens and that's absurd.
It tears me up on the inside
words that dont get to go along for the ride.
The words that go unwritten because they are shy
those words never make it to the sky.
I can't tell you how I feel with a paintbrush, instrument, or a band
but I can tell it how it is with a pencil in my hand.
It's fun to bring life to a blank page
to change everything from beige.
So I'll go dying with my words written out
to show the world what I've thought or shout.
So now I hope you see the freedom writing brings,
to give words flight
and that's why I write.
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