First Shot of “The Notebook” Poem

My composition notebook

Holds the words I am

Too afraid

To say out loud.

 

She is the one

I tell all my secrets

All my thoughts to

My confidant.

 

She won’t tell anyone

Anything that is written.

What is in her

Stays in her.

 

She is like a therapist

With no response.

Someone to vent to

Without judgment.

 

She won’t tell me

That I’m crazy or need

To change her is

To destroy her.

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