My special feelings,
always haunts me.

No one to part with,
as they may not like it.

To whom,
I may share,

Burden of my thoughts,
suffocate my heart.

Found the best alternate,
Jotted down my feelings.

I wrote them.
I read them again and again.

It’s ever living.
Only for me.

When I fold the diary,
I conceal my hidden thoughts.