Why Would I Not Write

When no one understands me I can come to you When everyone abandons me you stay true A paper and pen are always around A story in process can always be found You can read my mind as if you’re a genie You don’t judge me instead you agree with me Why would I not write if all this is true? Why would I not write with all we have been though? People think I am crazy for still believing in you People don’t understand that writings come true You are a story yet to be told You are a story yearning to be sold Why does one not write your an escape from reality one in and of itself Why does one not write you put their someone’s story on a shelf You come in many forms reality and imagination You even give people some kind of inspiration Why would I not write if all this is true? Why would I not write with all we have been through?