Dear Journal,
Rosie never thought she was beautiful. Poems help me get through life. My therapist recommended I try writing poems. That's right, ai have a therapist.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
I think your beautiful.
How about you?
I hope Rosie liked it. Well, as long as she some how read it. Listen to me. I'm talking crazy! Oh well, back to my therapist I go.
Sincerely,
Will