Why do I write?

To fill a gap?

To impress?

To get my thoughts inside my head?

Questions are normal to me.

But my motivations unknown to me as well.

Am I sane?

Am I Crazy?

Am I chasing after someone who hates me?

I cannot think with what is in my mind.

It brings tears to my eyes that

I cannot figure out my answers.

And it brings tears to my eyes that

Whenever I make these poems

I have only one motivator.

But I do not know what that motivator is.

So if the reader can.

Reach through the Glass of there screen.

To help me answer a question.

A question I need dearly answered;

Why do I write?