Why Do You Write?

Why do you write, she asks
A smile on her face
It’s not a pretty answer
So put that grin away

Why do you write, she asks
To tell a story or for joy?
It couldn’t be, my dear
My poems just annoy

Why do I write, I think
Frustration, grief, or shame
Could it be I’m broken?
Alone, perhaps abstained?

Why do I write, I think
It’s because the evil must be gone
I promised not to bleed it out
So it’s conveyed in fractured song

Why do I write, you ask
I’m a selfish aberrant
A bratty, haughty teen
Final answer,
I don’t like being me