A tragic writer

I can only write when my emotions force my hand 
The pain labels the stroke of each letter 
As I remind myself your just another person 
Another example of tragedy waiting to happen 
I can’t remember the last time I wrote with such emotions 
Hate rage disappointment cringes on the ends of my lip 
Forcing a smiling as if life was just another wasted day. 
This tragic writer writes from a place of familiarity 
A known surrounding only memories can imagine 
I won’t cry I won’t falter I won’t stagger for this is a life of a tragic writer