I'm sad today. I don't know why, but it's a feeling of being misunderstood all of the time. My heart has been broken by the fact that I can't just sit down and talk to anyone because they can't understand the things in my soul. Well, it's worse than that. They can understand but they won't. Words, all I want is words... From another person's soul.
Tough luck, get over it, give up. Never gonna happen. Excuse me while I cry myself to sleep, I'll write tomorrow. Probably poetry. I don't feel like it today because no one will ever read that part of my journal, they'll skip to the 'good stuff'.
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The Heart of a Poet
Teen FictionA story about a teenage poet who is discouraged by the fact that people don't understand her. Told in first person.
