Artist in Word

When I write 
Words dance through the paper-- 
The pages. 
My imagination comes to life
When I read. 
It's my own little world, 
coming in the blink of an eye. 
My lips curl into a smile, 
Forgetting the troubles that I had. 
Even when I write my emotions, 
They have dissipated 
and replaced by an everglow-- 
Happiness, 
I should say. 
If anyone reads what I write, 
They don't just feel my pain, 
But feel the energy within-- 
The passion of my writing come to life. 
Writing is my life, 
A way to not only escape, 
But to understand
And 
Hear my voice. 

(Hope you enjoy. As a bonus, you can figure out what it means, and I can tell you if you're right or wrong).