My diary watch me each day,
It stores all my true feelings
and what have been left unspoken.
The real me I'm writin that no one knows.
I tell my diary everythin of what I think,
by my side, right or wrong.
How people treated me is written down
and how I feel deep inside.
My feelings don't matter to people,
So I write down instead when I'm able.
My diary can be cancelled of what I've said,
but what about the memories in my head?
1st Jan 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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