Write

It is with honesty, I write
of what real feelings are inside.
Without pretending to be much else,
I write whats true about myself.
    I write about my lifelong despair.
    I write about the past.
    I write about questions I can not answer
    and those I do not ask
Sometimes I write about the dreams
that keep me fascinated.
I have wrote them down to see
if the memories become faded
     I write to an audience of very few-
     but mostly to myself.
     Somehow, to write, is therapy
     when I can't find somehing else.

I write of worries -an endless flow
things I do and do not know.

I write of anger, frustration, fear.
I question why it is I'm here.

         It is with sincerity I write,
         To tell these things to me.
          And someday, when I am in the past
          someone else might see

So , if this is you and is not me,
I've written this to you;
You can read and you can write,
but always seek the truth inside.