Write
I tell my life
through words and rymes,
The kind that shock and stop you on a
dime.
I tell my life through paper and pencil,
Pour
my thoughts and feelings into white and lines
Show my own sign
of the times
Part 2
So
many around, I dare not write,
Yet their presence encourages
me, but I wonder...
Do I write to address, or simply to
impress?
Do all writers wonder this, or am I the onnly one?
Am
I a fraud, just trying to keep up with another?
Or do my words
have a purpose?
I wonder still...