Human thoughts (poetry)

Why do I write poetry?
The question has plagued me since
My father's remark
Of not to immortalize my negativity
And give it power over me
My mother's belief
That poetry is my outlet
The way I express myself
I say
Poetry is a way for the words to fall out
Scatter like sprinkles on a cupcake
No conventional rules of grammar
No need to conform
Happy
Sad
Whatever the case
It all comes pouring out
In a messy heap
Of this and that
Broken pieces
Aligned
Into art
The ugly duckling
Transformed into a swan
If there's so much dirt
Why not make something of the dirt?
Negative into positive
Like the tooth fairy
Or a fairy godmother
With just a wave of a magic wand
Anything can have beauty
After all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder
No?

Using poetry to express my emotions, center and learn about myself, and tangle with the idea of my self image and my view of those around me.