by Denisse Ocasio

Created on: July 10, 2009

The Stranger's Diary

Bound to the pages of a stranger's diary, I exposed the silent pages.

I brought life to the realm of soundless expressions and unspoken thoughts.

Thru the written tragedies, I read.

Within moments my heart bled, tears I shed, I was troubled by the confusion in my head.

I read a stranger's diary and this is what it said:

I am a shadow in a lit room.

The masked one surrounded by revealed faces.

Never share a thought or leave unhidden traces.

I feel my head pounding, my blood rushing, my thoughts marching.

The scars I covered, the memories I purposely lost, the regrettable actions I masked.

My face wasn't my own. .

I am lost in my own skin yet my desires tug at my soul.

At the thought of love I cringe.

My body has been used like a syringe

by the hands of a fiend my body was a drug.

My mind was non existent to the user of my body

the abuser of my soul

the King of the thrown.

I am a shadow in a lit room.

Like the spirit of a ghost I feel haunting.

When my inner self is open to all elements I feel unmasked and threatened.

.. Exposed..

She was an open book of tragedies.

A diary of pain, a book of sorrow with no end in sight.

Her despair was unexposed to light.

And then I looked in the mirror, beyond my own mask

and as I closed the strangers diary, I realized she was me.

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