I write and my writing brings tears to your eyes.


    And in a way I feel like each tear that you cry is partially mine.


    I can''t cry for myself, my pains far too small.


    But I easily cry for you, one and all.


    And when I tell you your tears are technically mine,


    Each one of you doubt and question my lines.Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.


    I try to explain I didn''t steal them for me,


    Ok. . . I stole them only out of dire need.


    Manipulation, I promise, was not my intent.


    However, I needed empathy from one or two


    If I''m being honest, I did not think it would work.


    But emotions pour out when my pen gets used.


    People feel what i feel, and break where I do


    My writing un-buries the pain they fought through


    Sometimes they cry and sometimes they laugh


    Each emotion they show repairs a small crack.


    So truly, I tell you, I''m sorry (a bit)


    I used your emotions for a very good cause


    Not one tear was wasted, I promise I used them.


    Each up and down, you guys helped me through them.


    Thanks for your help, I bid you adieu


    Hopefully my confessions won''t stop future you


    From reading again and wading carefully through


    The emotion you feel, and growing in love for a younger version of you.