Why I write...

Writing is what I do,
Writing is what I adore.
Usually I write the untrue,
But still I will write galore.

I let my fingers do the talking,
I let my fingers speak the words.
Paper is what my pencil is stalking,
It's what makes my feelings heard.

I can write all day long,
For those moments I feel free.
I feel like my words are strong,
Feelings belonging to others and to me.

I will continue to write truthfully,
Even if the feelings ain't mine.
I write the words to let you see,
How you love & cry at the same time.

You can love or hate what I write,
But my writing won't end only increase.
This is my talent, this what I like,
I'm going to write till the day I cease.