The reasons why I write

I write so you can feel it
Maybe understand
The emotional world I live in
How it gets out of hand
It bears some guilty feelings
I tear up at the thought
Guilt for those who left me behind
Their words a barren drought
Some were family, some were not
They all I carry with me
In memories and loads of guilt
That will not let me be
So you can see why I might act this way
Not for pity or spite
Because in my head it’s just the way
I know how to do what is right.