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.

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  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.