My journal is where I keep my  thoughts,
Of you, and him, and me,
But you don’t know what I say,
Or how mean I can be.
I write about what you did,
And how it really hurt,
About the time you were smiling,
When you left me in the dirt.
Sometimes I write the good things,
Like the day we first met,
Then I remember how cruel you are,
So I drink to forget.
Do you think just because,
You try to beat me senseless,
That I will run away and hide,
Or run away defenseless?
I’ve called you things, I have to say,
Are not PG-13,
Just to try and get revenge,
And destroy your self esteem.
No Mrs. Howells, this isn’t true,
It’s just some made up stuff
But if you know me all too well,
You’ve already caught my bluff.
Now I’ll give you time to ponder,
To try and make a guess.
Alright you want the answer!
Well, I think it’s for the best,
If I keep their name inside,
The pages of a book.
But by all means, if you’re curious…
Go ahead and take a look.