Emotions in my head beg for release;
Aching in my heart demands to be put asleep.
A need to get away is present at best;
I have a thousand things running through my head.

Emotions are turned into words
as sentences form within my head.
My need to “Write it out”
pounds within my head.

Putting the pencil to the paper,
Is easier than it seems:
The words flow easily,
Begging for a release.

Writing has always been the best way to ease my mind;
My imagination can run wild, with no one to judge,
For I do not write for anyone but myself.

Love, anger, hate, depression;
All things I experience within my life
That fuel my need to write,
Yet some people still ask me “Why?”

Why do I write?  Why do I read?
It’s really the same question to me.
I write to get away and let my emotions free
But most of all, I write because it’s a part of me.