Sometimes people ask why I write'
Well, through ink i can give sight
Sight to what lives inside my mind
They can see intentions true and kind
The pen becomes my voice
Its as if i have no choice
Its the only way of true expression of self
Its my cry for help
Writing is tears of joy
It can also annoy
Because its not all joy and play
Ask those who know, about the pain
I write because, for me its the only way
Otherwise I wouldn't be able to communicate