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if you read my diary, you'd see
teardrops scattered on paper
and words scrawled on the pages
my mistakes, my feelings, my nightmares
my life
if you read my diary, you'd see
my dreams, my fantasies
and everything that makes me … me
if you read my diary, you'd see
that i'm not exactly what i am
if you read my diary, you'd see
lyrics of songs that struck a cord in me
sad songs that made me cry
a series of questions that's always why
do i feel hated among all people in earth
and the last time anyone saw me
i was with a pen and that cursed blue book
tearing pages and writing words
wondering if i was born with a curse
if you read my diary, you'd see
that sometimes i'm sad,
sometimes i'm glad
sometimes i'm mad
but this is what makes me … me
teardrops scattered on paper
and words scrawled on the pages
my mistakes, my feelings, my nightmares
my life
if you read my diary, you'd see
my dreams, my fantasies
and everything that makes me … me
if you read my diary, you'd see
that i'm not exactly what i am
if you read my diary, you'd see
lyrics of songs that struck a cord in me
sad songs that made me cry
a series of questions that's always why
do i feel hated among all people in earth
and the last time anyone saw me
i was with a pen and that cursed blue book
tearing pages and writing words
wondering if i was born with a curse
if you read my diary, you'd see
that sometimes i'm sad,
sometimes i'm glad
sometimes i'm mad
but this is what makes me … me
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This was such a beautiful poem!!!