Folded Pages

So many words that you can see,
A lot of which you may not agree.
My body’s a little inked, scratched & crushed ,
But I see how on most days, I’m the only one you’d trust.
On days I’m decorated in doodles of joy,
The other I’m withering with your tears of coy.
I’ve known actions deliberate,
Don’t you hold back, let them liberate.
Don’t you worry about all your rages,
It all stays in between my folded pages.

P. S : Someone’s Human Diary.
Are you somebody’s too?

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