My Diary

Buried deep within the mess on my bedside table it lies,
Its vivid pink cover standing out to the eye,
complementing the pale yellow pages inside.
Overflowing with the deepest thoughts and secrets,
it’s the second one I’ve had this year.
When it’s used my mind goes wild,
spilling everything I have thought that day,
into words on the page.
Hate.
Sadness.
Love.
Happiness.
It all comes out.
The bumps on the cover represent my personality.
It was plain and boring, looking the same as everything else,
but it has things that make it different.
And gives it a look of its own.