Her Notebook.

She holds the book to her chest,
Almost clinging on for dear life,
No one's seen this journal of hers,
For she hides it during the night,

She puts ink into words,
With the best pen she's got,
No one knows what she writes,
For it's always kept locked,

Her secrets of the past,
Jotted down onto paper,
Anger formed into regret,
Of the man who raped her,

Childhood memories of pain,
Kept quietly as she's dreaming,
Of the little girl she once was,
Who always kept believing,

Pressing down on the pen,
Sketching the man in vain,
Wishing for a chance of revenge,
To whom gave her so much pain,

She tucks the journal away,
Holding on to every hope inside,
That God can answer her prayers,
Of one day their path's collide,

The book fills up with hatred,
Toward the man she once knew,
Soon her path will meet her fathers,
And she'll cry out, "I hate you!".

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