Why do I write? Well, to be brutally honest, I started writing when my best friend showed me some of her poems. I think I may have even been jealous of her talent and skill. I wanted to be like that. I wanted to be able to express my feeling through poems, stories, and such. I wanted to put my dreams and goals, my sadness and confusion – in to writing.
So I turned on the computer, sat down at my desk, opened a document, and wrote. I actually was pretty surprised how easy it was for me. I wrote this six page poem on war, life, hate, death, and all the other horrible things in this world. It was dubbed "One Day" and loaded on to FictionPress to see what others thought of my new ambition. It was quickly put on two people's favourite's list.
That's not to brag, but those two people (whoever they are in real life), they have no idea how much that meant to me. I pursued writing, mostly poetry, and worked on it, and in the end, it became my love. It was not just to be like my friend, but to be myself, to be a writer, to express my feelings.
That was three years ago. I was eleven years old, a little and confused cliché teen angst writer. Part of me still is that little girl; a part of me is someone new – someone with dreams, someone with fears, and someone with a mind of her own.
So, why do I write? I write for me. I write for you, the reader. I write for the world. I write because it makes me feel like I've finally completed that missing piece inside of me. I write, because it lets me express myself, in a way I never thought imaginable.
Perhaps, you, my reader, are a writer yourself. Or maybe you're just a reader, which is of course fine on its own. But if you are a writer, you know what I'm talking about. You know the feelings that bubble up inside of you when you write. You know the excitement you get, the rush you get, the pleasure.
You know, and you understand.