this diary isn’t for you to read anymore
so stop trying to pry it open
and there’s a key for a reason.
stop acting like you know me
the truth is, you don’t.
i could write down things about myself
and you could read them
but what about those that i don’t write
you don’t know me,
so don’t think you do.
i’m not an open book like you think i am
some chapters are meant to be kept hidden
and i don’t want you reading them.
i will be quite inactive (already am) sorryy its just that i don’t write poems as much now :(