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Dear Diary

Heat blast raging like fireworks 
building slow, exploding fast; 
They don't see eyes, just quirks;
Harsh word shatter me like glass;

Nothing but a ball to bounce,
My spirit their favorite toy;
Never letting up an ounce
to see me cry brings them joy

Without knowing what to do 
I am left hurt and fiery;
Why can't they read all my clues? 
When will it end Diary?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 5/21/2014 7:20:00 PM
Agreed with Jerry, the last line needs tweaking but very good poem.
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Date: 5/21/2014 6:03:00 PM
I love this Melani, but you last line ?
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