My diary watch me each day,
It stores all my true feelings
and what have been left unspoken.
The real me I'm writin that no one knows.
I tell my diary everythin of what I think,
by my side, right or wrong.
How people treated me is written down
and how I feel deep inside.
My feelings don't matter to people,
So I write down instead when I'm able.
My diary can be cancelled of what I've said,
but what about the memories in my head?
