I was browsing through my bag of thumb drives trying to look for a file I thought I had saved somewhere, where I came across a backup of my entire documents folder from high school.

I do not remember writing poetry back then. Copying this file over years ago erased all of its metadata, so I do not know if this was written in parts, or the exact date of its writing. I am reasonably sure this was written in 2021, though.

Dear Diary,
Today I saw a kid get beat up by a bunch of bullies.
I think he noticed me look at him and move on.
His eyes seemed tired, empty of tears, screaming silently for help.
But it wasn't my problem. He probably deserves it.

Dear Diary,
Today was my first day volunteering in the homeless shelter.
It makes me happy to know that I'm helping people in need.
I had to make some sacrifices when it comes to my free time,
but I believe that helping the community is worth it.