I just want someone to read my words
and hear them the way
I want them to sound,

or see the flashes of moments
behind each poem
as if they were watching a movie
straight from my brain,

Words are monsters inside of me.
It pains me to write them 

again and again
but they rip my seams
and find their way to paper.

Why do I write?

It's hard.
It's pointless.
No one is listening.

I write,
not because I want to,

but because it would kill me
if I didn't.