Why I Write

I write because I can. Because I have trouble with words, And I am afraid to speak. I speak through art. Through music, lyrics, and colors. There is no other way. It’s therapy for me. My depression, I did not realize. Not until I wrote. It is a reflection. A perfect mirror image of myself. Of what I’ve gone through. What I think. What I see. What I feel. Poetry is raw. Raw emotions, Not skewed by a thing. Not skewed by the ways of the world. Instead, interpreted. Interpreted, by individuals. personally. perfectly. beautifully. I write because I can. Because it is me. Because it lets me feel. I write because I don’t want to inflict pain. Not on me. Not on others. I don’t want to be myself. But I am. And That will never change.