I write to feel righteous

Does writing make me right? Yes.

Because while you sit and think behind eyelids closed to the sun

I write and write until my fingers are numb

They say history is written by the victors

But history is written by the nerds, the writers.

People say I can’t write it all down

They’re right, but if I don’t I’ll drown

Drown in thoughts so vile, so pungent and awful

They’d make you think I was a creature, dark and unlawful

I purge myself clean of these things

But, the way you can’t truly sweep up all the dirt,

There’s always something left over.

Look out, because one day I won’t control them,

They’ll control me

And I won’t be a me

And you won’t be a you

We’ll both just be here,

And you’ll still have your eyes closed

And my fingers will still be numb

And I won’t hear a sound

And you won’t see me coming

So look out, and write something down.

Soon enough you’ll know I’m right.

So write. Please write.

Write before I drown.