Dear diary, I can't explain the past,
It just keeps coming back, and back, and back.
Hauntingly eternal I wait for a lapse,
But the past just keeps up its attack.
Dear diary, I'm so grateful for my friends,
We argue and then we make amends,
But really I don't deserve them,
They're too good for a jealous person like me.
Dear diary, I'm wondering if that boy I like likes me,
Because he seems to just be,
The one who I always seem to be looking at,
I can't help it.
Dear diary, I'm granting wishes on a star,
While sitting in the back of a car,
And maybe because I'm moving it won't be granted,
But I need that wish.
Dear diary, I'm not all that bad you know,
I'd follow wherever my family goes,
But sometimes I'm feeling like no one cares,
Like I'm an elevator and everyone else are stairs.
Dear diary, I'm me and I can't change it,
So I guess if the puzzle fits,
I'll just continue to be me.
YOU ARE READING
I Don't Think You Know
PoetryThis poetry book is about friendships past and present (mainly past). You don't have to relate, but I hope you do. You don't have to like it, but I hope you do. Thank you for taking the time to read any of these poems, it means a lot to me.
