Spoiler
The first copy of this poem was written on my bedroom window with dry erase marker. Surprisingly I was happy while writing it. I know, I'm weird. 
Here you go.
Here are my thoughts.
Take it.
All of it.
Expose me.
Show the world what an awful person I am.
Go ahead.
Ruin my life.
It'll be fun.
Just don't return the favor.
Don't even give it back.
Cherish it like the friendship we once had.
But one day I'll be the one with all the strings.
I'll be the one with the black heart.
Just remember that and leave.
Wait, don't forget my diary.
