Notebook Confessions
I write in pages no one will read,
All my mistakes, my fear, my need.
High school is bigger than I can hold, one whose heart is courageous and bold.
A story of silver, a story of gold.
I think, I write, I try to make everything go as planned,
But every “friend” might just pretend.
I smile, but inside I feel the strain, cover it with darkness, they can’t see my pain…
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Somewhere between the lessons and tests,
I’m learning about life, about my own quests.
It’s messy, it’s loud, it’s mine to keep,
Even when I stumble, even when I sleep.
My notebook is the first to know my pain.
That’s a good thing, because it has nothing to gain.
It can’t tell lies or despise.
It doesn’t live and never dies.
But if someone is taking you away,
I would have nothing; I would be lost,
Because you are priceless, you have no cost.
You stayed with me when I felt broken and blue.
You stayed with me when my life was coloured with hues.
Without you, what would I do? Really, I have no clue.
You were my best friend before I had any.
To my heart, you are the key.
Honestly, without you, I wouldn’t be happy.
