Why do you write poetry?
Is it for the recognition?
Maybe for the glory, or just to see if someone,
somewhere is even listening.
Do you make up stories of pure fiction?
Or are you just desperate for some attention.
Why is it so important to be noticed, to be heard,
To be thought of as a voice of reason?
Maybe it is just an addiction, like smoking or drinking.
You can never get enough.
Nothing will satisfy the hunger or need.
But what is that need that habitually leads,
To that feeling of “I have to be seen”, “I have to be read”,
“I have to be understood”.
But in fact, you do not have a clue as to why you are the brain’s food.
So keep writing, keep going within,
Making up stories, telling the truth, hurting others and deceiving yourself,
And maybe someday you will see,
It has just always been about you and your need.