Dear Diary

My friend, my sounding board.
You can offer no advice, but you never fail to listen,
You always catch my tears and you always feel my joy through the
pen.

Trusted, my confident,
But you can not protect my secrets from intruders,
One slip, one sneak and you could ruin my life, my love, my all.

You have no life, but my own,
You have no soul, just a spine,
My pen lingers on your lifeless leaves while I lay out my heart in
words.

I am grateful to you for always being there for me,
I feel guilty when I don't make time for you,
I look back and feel angry by the history you hold of me,
And I worry that one day you will tell my tales.