Sick

Do you sicken of me yet
I feel sometimes I may repeat

There are only so many ways
That one can turn a phrase

Each voice has a message
And they want that made to be clear

We all have a story we can tell
And we have to find a way

Some may call it recycling
But I must disagree

Each written word is an expression
Each added line, continuance

Take a moment, look at some writing
And understand the author's mind

In a way, we write our memoirs
And we do them, piece by piece

And someday we will collect all thoughts
Every last one we have expressed

To explain their deeper meaning
So they're fully understood

Perhaps that will explain them
If we break our writing down

It's like a formula we build
So yes, a book we all do write

Non-traditional from what you've come to know
Yet it is writing nonetheless

So interpret our true meanings
We know for which it really stands

You may feel of our emotions
The situations that we pen

For the writer, deeper meaning
Is held inside their words

There's a story that is being told
Each and every time

We're the type that can ignore things
And let emotions guide our way

We feel the need to share them
To make our voices heard

So if you find sometime that you
Have something negative to say

Remember, we're the artists
Critiques help us to strive

You build us to be better
We want your honesty

To tell the story to the world
We must be sick of it ourselves