Why do I write?

I write when I have no words, when my past renews it's vows

When I can’t express my thoughts

I write to share the cold feeling as Jack Frost hugs me tight

I write to ward off the ghosts that haunt me at night.

I write my way out of my labyrinth that is my mind,

I write my innermost thoughts and I use my poetry as a guide.

Words open gates that nothing else can,

I write to show what I hide deep down,

That deep below my perfect outfits and happy smile we all have a background.

Like skeletons in your closet, waiting to fall out.

Words pour onto papers in my journal like water from a spout.

Something that no matter how hard I try to control,

I just can’t seem to prevent

Until they’re out there guiding and shaping my present.

My mind tells me to filter what I say,

To dress and act like others do.

‘Do you want to fit in?

Do you want to be a leader?

 ….You aren’t even wearing the right shoes.’

‘How do you expect to be the best if the best isn’t naturally you?
Change yourself, but be yourself,

So that everything you portray represents true.

Don’t ask, don’t share, and cover it all up.

People see your successful resume, but they don’t know most of it was luck.’

Who chooses who gets to win

Or how a loser is selected?

‘Do you really care?’ I ask myself, ‘as long as youre always picked’

The only way to have the best is to be the best and the best isn’t you.

So cover up everything you want to say

All the words that ring true                                                

Like bells on a wedding day

Chiming, chiming, chiming in your ear

Pour them out on paper, for others to hear.