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 © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2014
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