Why do I write, so many people ask me

As I try to respond nothing can come out

No one understands me,

No one can understand what races through my head

All they hear is broken words

That I know, no one can comprehend.

At night I can never sleep

For I only lay there empty with thoughts racing

Only to get up in the morning knowing that my words are broken

Knowing that people will never get me.

I try and try to explain everything

But I just leave people clueless of what I am saying

Why do I even try? I ask myself

Because I want people to know how I am feeling.

Why can't I express how I feel?

Why can't I tell someone about my thoughts?

Why is it so hard for me to think happy when I can't even explain what races through my head?

Is it because I never really learned how to explain it? 

Why just why can't someone see behind my eyes.

It would make my life so much easier

If people just knew how I was feeling

Writting makes me sain

And writting helps me release some of my pain

Every written or typed word

Is something I can't explain

For it is something so sweet

That for every typed or written word is smooth and never plain.

But I guess only a few will truely understand

And that's okay

Because at the end of the day I know that I can always come back to writting

That's what makes me who I am today

That writting is my only way of releasing hidden feelings

And I know that no one can complain

Because what is written down on paper can be used anyday

And can remind you who you truely are.