Why?

Why do I paint?

So that I can bring to life what I create.

Why do I write stories?

So that I can live in a better world.

Why do I write poems?

So that I can put down my baggage.

Why do I sing?

So that I can tell myself that I have a voice.

Why am I the way I am?

Broken, imperfect, ugly, sad and pathetic?

So that you may feel better about yourself.