I'm just a writer, nothing special

I just script my thoughts

Numb my soul and write

A contraceptive 

My medicine to heal or relieve my scars.

I don't think about inspiring others

I'm just a writer

I don't think about changing perspectives

I'm just a writer 

My writing has a mind of its own

I'm pinky and the brain; well more the brain than anything

Writing is like cancer to me once planted in your system I begin to sprout new limbs and mutate

I begin to latch on to your cells

I begin to make you think

I'm just a writer

I'm like a root

My ideas are the stems 

While the world is my sun

Feeding me life

Starving me of individuality when I want it to

Growing into a plant that's infected with greatness

But for now I'm just a writer