Why can't we write what we think, feel, dream?

Why is it we start with good intentions whether it be in writing or life and we end up trying toplease others, someone who may read this and be impressed (for praise or recognition) or someone who may read this and take offence (for drama or provocation)?

We want to show ourselves, but do we? Or do we end up with something that conjects what we think people want us to think, feel, dream. The politically correct, the pop culture, the who's who of today.

No matter how hard we try we end up with something, a piece or a piece of our lifes that isn't us, completely. Is what I have just written me? Is what I have just written what I think? Is what I have just written what I feel or dream?

We write to envoke, what we envoke is up to you, the reader.

What have I envoked in you?