In my diary,
Lies my deepest desire,
And deepest secrets.
Secrets that I cant say out loud.
Desire that I am afraid of achiving.
In my diary I write things,
As if all the letters are lisinting to me.
In my diary,
I have pictures of memories about my past.
I have poems which never end.
In my diary,
I have a special dream,
A special someone,
And a special hope