Why am I writer?

I love to write, to be able to spill emotions, expressions & everything physical, spiritual, mental & sexual down on paper, so I could be able to share & educate people around me with my great visions, expectations, rhythms & weird algebrical expressions, unheard of complications, realizations, and even fabrications of a misconception of a word that could make perfect sense in the world that I live in, but could not a bit of sense to you; Oh, to be able to bless people with the special talent of the art of lyrically speaking, and that; could equal one word, one idea to you but a thousand words, symbols, rhythms, beats, communications to the person standing next to you, and your writings alone could help somebody get through their pain, can commit someones insanity struggle, & creations! There all so powerful, and in my case, I control them all, with the power of my pen, and the art of my lips, because that pen can either help people or destroy them & that fate is in the writer’s hands.