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.