Dear Diary,
Look at what you've done
Our conversations are no longer fun
You squealed my personal news
To my nieces and nephews
Cousins and brothers
And many others
I'm asking, Why!
Would you make me cry
And leave me without a reply
My words of ink went onto the paper
Invisibly disappeared like vapor
My diary is a betrayer, with an evil layer
The pages are turned, secrets are burned
Each time someone reads, the gossip feeds
The entire neighborhood
Is misunderstood
They are creating a fuss
About my diary of lust
My desires and pacifiers
Are floating into the air
I am led into despair
And pulling my hair
The only friend I had
Has now turned bad
It makes me sad
And very mad
I want to believe
That I can retrieve
The torn pages written on my heart
I'm lost with no direction to start
© 2011 Turjemia
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