Who I Write For...
Who I Write For..
Who do I write for?
Do I write for the kids whose screams are muffled by oppression in the countries whose names I can not pronounce?
Or do I do it for the little boy or girl whose been bullied one to many times whose eyes are full of pain and hurt but everyone else is blind?
Maybe I do it for my mom whose caring soul can't seem to get a break?
No. I do it for myself, a greedy, selfish need to to heard without making a sound.
I do it for my alter ego, I love when she smiles.
I do it so the pain I keep hidden has a way out.
I do it in clever metaphors and dramatic innuendos.
I do it because someone before me had words to stay but didn't know how to get it out.
I do it so the future me can look back on it one day in her beautiful life.
I do it so when the day when my blood stop flowing I will never die my words will live on.
I do it for the adults who wish they could be kids again.
I do it for the freaks and geeks who society deemed unfit.
I do it for the kids who has ever wondered "does anyone love me?"
But most of all I do it because it's my life.