I write because..

The pen will always listen.

The page won't turn away.

Even a sky full of clouds I could turn to a sunny day were I to ink it to the page, or be inspired. 

I write because I found out my mind was a liar, and I needed a way to hold it accountable.

I write because every single syllable actually means something, and i know too little truth in this world.

Yet the first reason,

Since I could hold a pen,

Was that, 

I write because I was 

a lonely little girl, 

in a world who couldn't care less.