Why Do I Write? Poem by Jared Bradford

Sometimes I write
Just for the sake of writing
And they're other times when I identify
What my mind-sights sighting

And what I mean by that:
I spill out my heart
Which usually makes more sense at the finish
Than at the start

Then sometimes when I spill
I think 'wow how selfish
how stupid who am I? '
And it takes another line to realize

I just do it cause I need it
Doesn't matter how stupid
Doesn't matter if my heart on this paper
Doesn't ever get to cupid

It's not selfish
To spill what you feel
It's not fake, we're all someone
That's the only thing that's real

Other times I cross out verses
Every time I never tell of my writing
I'm basically say it to paper
Cause to someone it could mean fighting

And it's true
And maybe some truth is what you sought
I guess a feeling said
Is a feeling fought

Maybe it's external
Mostly always internal
And it's so funny how the two intertwine
On the inside you're torn apart
But when it comes out, its fine

But don't let that build up
Like a dam in a river of thought
Keep you're mind flowing
Don't let the bad thought get caught