YOU ARE READING Paper. Poetry I have my thoughts, a pen and paper. nine. 269 34 3 by LeCherr by LeCherr Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Dear paper, You know, I don’t think I will ever let anyone see me for who I truly am. Or let anyone in on my deepest and darkest secrets. Because I’m afraid of the way they will look at me or treat me after that.