This was an assignment from the college course I took this summer. We read a poem called 'why I write' and then we were asked to do our own 'why I write'. so here's mine.

I write because i am sick inside. I write because the world hurts and I can feel it. i write because My emotions are too strong--a tumultuous, wrestling storm that threatens to tear me apart from the inside unless I constantly keep pouring it out. I am a well, an endless well of pain and tears. As a child I tried to bail out hole in the ground, not understanding how it kept filling--again and again, eternally filling with more seeping water, too fast for me and yet somehow so slow I could not understand how this small force had beaten my human will. But I understand now. It was a well just like me. I, too, well up with pain, with fear, with sadness, with despair, with tears and with screams, my body heals itself only to succumb to the seeping force of the well yet again, and the pen and paper are willing to draw upon my well. I write because my mouth cannot find the right words. My mouth is broken but my mind is still churning out ideas. I write because no one can interrupt me or call me wrong. I write because my words have power. I write because it empowers me so much more than speaking. I write because it strips me of the proud layers and coats of shiny paint I have layered over myself. Paint that suffocates me. I write because it makes me human. I write because it makes me a beautiful human. I write because the paper conceals my identity and keeps my secrets. I write because it is necessary, essential, and right.