What of the words we write

Once my words are read, what becomes of them? I write without a particular style, often lacking reason or purpose.

Who I write as changes also ... I can be a struggling teenager, an observant young woman, an abusive male or no one.

I am more myself when I am no one. More at comfort when alone to write. More loved when I am lost.

I can't say I have hopes for my writing, perhaps a matter of insecurity or disbelief?

Does a good point need a notable structure? Not at all my strong point.

What will become of my writing, my thoughts, my views, my fantasies, my confessions? Do I even want them to become something?

All I can say is that, should they mean something to someone, excellent ... If not then it can't be helped. It's not all that surprising in the end; I'm used to not being heard.