Why I Write
It’s something I love and something I’m good at
I rather write than doing something I’ll regret
When I’m mad I don’t give a damn
About whom you are or where I am
Filled with power I will react
Without a second thought I will snap
Becoming that demon we all hide
Then it’s bye-bye to my noble side
I don’t get mad easily like I used to
Since I found something smooth
Minority of things still release the bomb
So I write to retrieve the calm
My thoughts are constantly inside
But on these pages they come alive
I live, hear, and breathe every word
Minus that my opinion is unheard
My problems are not that serious
But others are more delirious
This is why I write
No need to explain because you get the idea from reading this page.
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