I write because...

I write because I can

I write because I will

I write what's on my mind

And I write that with a quill

No need for memory

Or any sign of sin

Just some words from my mind

And here's where it begins

I sit in a room of hurt and dispair

Maybe start writing about that girl crying over there

She seems so lifeless, tired and weak

With long black and red hair covering her face while she weeps

They aren't always right

They aren't always true

They aren't always about me

Not all about you

But they're about something

I'm yet to find out what

They come from my mind

Sometimes from my heart

I can write of love

I can write of pain

I can write of hate

I can write in vein

But one thing I can't do is say what I know

Because that young girl crying could ruin the show

The one in the corner with the black and red do

That one about the crying is about me not you.