My diary, a way to scream
In the silence with a pen
Play with pages and words
Seemed so useful and fun back then
Then I truly learned the art
Of how to code my language
Write how I feel without being too girly
Give my writing a little edge
I mastered how to murder
Blank spots with pools of ink
Leaving people blinking and guessing
Leaving me laughing at my little jinx
My diary, my secret room
Where I revolutionize what people see
My poems are now my life's story
My life is now my poetry, my modern diary.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
gorgeous! keep writing! could you read my poems too? thank you very much.