Diary of a Stranger

I write these lines like I don’t belong, ‎A stranger to me, yet these words feel strong. ‎A silent mirror I can’t ignore — ‎The person in these pages, I’m learning more. ‎ ‎I'm a daydreamer who sees melodies like rain, ‎A little weird, yes — but uniquely untamed. ‎My pride and mistakes taught me lessons deep, ‎That true love’s more than words we keep. ‎ ‎If wishes were given at 11:11’s call, ‎I’d pray for peace of mind, genuine love, and a name to enthrall. ‎And when it feels like everything’s messing up, ‎I fight the noise, rebuild, and cup endless love. ‎ ‎I see myself as a hero — original, bold, in wait, ‎Ready for my moment to rise, destined by fate. And if you ask who I am in this scattered life brim… I'm just trying to find peace in the chaos within. ‎ ‎So if you feel too strange to fit, ‎too soft, too bold, too infinite — ‎this diary’s yours too. ‎Go on, admit: ‎You’re magic, ‎even when the world forgets it.