I write for the feel of being at ease with my mind. I write not because I can rhyme, but because I can express.

 The emotions I have become such beautiful words put to paper.

I write because it is my life, and this is my soul that keeps me going.

One of the reasons I put one foot in front of the other to get out of bed in the morning.

I put pen to paper and words come out.

 Hurtful, sad, depressed, joyful, relieved, and happy to know the bubble has burst and my emotions are free into the world.

 I write not because it’s fun all the time, but because I can speak my words when it comes to poetry.

I write for the expression of my life, not for the expression of trying to be cool.

 I write because I have this right to express myself and all my colors.