Dear Diary

Dear Diary

I am terrified about how people are 

thinking about me,

even in the deepest imagination of 

my death.

–

I worry about whether anyone could

have access to my personal diary.

Should I leave the computer password 

somewhere they could find?

Will they finally understand what I feel when I die?

They never cared in life,

While I still care about them, even in my suffering.

What an ironic equation my life has been.

–

I write the most honest thoughts

within these pages.

Love the world till death,

though it hurts me—

so.

How eagerly I wish someone 

could know all of me,

as the diary does.

But they never will—

not like the diary does.