Journal Diaries


Why do you keep staring at me?
Did I do something wrong?
Is something not right?
Why are talking and laughing about me?
Please stop, make them stop.

Just like you,
I have ten fingers and ten toes.
Like you,
I have a nose, mouth, ears and eyes.
Just like you,
I have a chamber of emotions.

Stop staring at me.
Stop it with all the whispering.
It is scaring me.
I hear it in my sleep and
See it in my dreams.

I’m not a scarecrow,
That you drive past by.
I’m just like you.
I feel like you do,
And I cry and hate like you.
I’m not a scarecrow.
No…I’m not.

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