I Am My Pen
I write because I am restless and dissatisfied.
Because I want to be happy
Because I want to be depressed
Because I want to understand myself
Because I know I never will.
I write to vent
About the things that grieve my spirit
The things that shake my soul
And steal my joy.
I write to capture the almost-imperceptible moments,
So beautiful in their rarity.
What I write, I write for myself
For the likewise disillusioned
For the similarly inspired.