sometimes i wish you could read my diary
open the pages and breathe my air
to be able to read the way i feel
read the things i dare not say
feel my anger, my hurt, my smile
see the passion in which i live
know how i feel about you
i sometimes just wish that my diary was a novel
so people would stop judging me
and get to know me better
if my diary was a on library shelf
people would know how much i care
how much happiness i have and how much i never share
but my diary is my own and it is not a novel
my feelings and thoughts and hopes and dreams remain inside
tomorrow i will still be judged by those around me
it is such a shame that they will never get to know me
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