Stranger’s Manifesto

Entry 3

Look at me

Writing in a journal

Like I’m Anne freaking Frank.

Like what I have to say matters. Like anyone will care.

But the only reason the world

Gave a shit about Anne Frank’s diary

Was because her words documented history.

Pain. Suffering. Strength.

Well, so the hell will mine.

The world just don’t know it yet.

But when they do—and they will—

I want them to understand. Because if they don’t

Then all this—that I’ve done

And all this—that I’m planning to do next

Will be for nothing.

This journal is my record.

When they find it—and they will—

They’ll care what I have to say too.

What a crying shame

That they don’t have the goddamn common sense

To care now. When it could make a difference.

Before the world goes to shit …

And it’s too late.