There's not much you can really say about self-expression or what the purpose is. I for one feel that this collection of poems is my best ability at verbalizing my emotions towards the world, its culture and people. And even more so my confusion of what I'm supposed to think about it. The words I choose are much like the color a painter would use to give the viewer or reader in this case the picture I want to emit in their head. Life is a crazy thing, and not matter if its work, frustration with society, or the trials and tribulations of love and friendship, there is always something to learn and pass on to others. I suppose that is the purpose but then again what the hell do I know, I'm just an idiot scribbling words on broken down trees.
