I Love to Write

I love to write
I bring my notebook with me
and write what the flower looks like waving in the wind
as a few of it’s petals fly away
I write what it’s like to watch tears fall from the broken hearted girls face
and what it's like to watch the children laugh and play.
but I don’t like to write of myself
I love to write about the beauty i see in the world
about the girl who looks as delicate as a flower
about the man standing tall
about nature and peace
about love and war
I take what I learn
and write it down on paper.
but I see no beauty in myself
only the monster inside that screams with rage.
I don’t see the beautiful kind girl that everyone claims is there
I see the homewrecker
I see the killer
I see the pain
there is no beauty inside of here
only a mask that covers the horror.
So i’ll go back to writing about the leaf that floats on the wind
and the child that hurt his knee.