Nothing ever goes right
This is why I write
It's easy to slap on a smile
Does that always mean it's real?
I feel insanity grasp at my mind
The bottle is almost full
I am sure to explode soon,
but I place these feelings on paper
This is why I write.
Can you tell I fight?
Can you tell why I write?
Poetry aids in this war.
The war against my insanity.
THIS, is why I write.