Dear Diary, I fill your pages with words of wisdom
you have become my second religion. I tell you my secrets, my deepest thoughts.
you know my faults, yet you don't judge me
your pages, I paint with mystery
that I hide from the outside world
I am again that child, that scared little girl
who is imperfect.
I turn to you when I'm up and also when I'm down.
You make me feel like the world is all mines
I need you like air
nothing quite compares
to your pages
You fill my heart with patience
and most of all peace
With that said I say thank you