From the Pink Notebook

The pencil is smudged
The pen is faded
The paper is ripping
But it is my soul.

After every test,
After every hurt,
After every laugh,
It is my soul.

A word is me,
A word is you,
A word is it,
It is my soul.

The spelling mistakes,
The stains of useless tears,
The memories within,
It is my soul.

It is me,
It is me,
It is this,
It is my soul.

It's just a notebook,
It's just a poem,
It's just an it.
It is my soul.