Whenever I had any worry,
I turn towards you, my diary,
You hold my deepest thoughts,
And my embarrassing moments lots and lots,
You know me, the real persona,
A guy, trapped in his past, a loner,
Yet, whenever I turn a new date,
You greet me with a fresh page,
Reminding me that I have the choice,
To fill the day with something nice,
With dark impressions of past underneath,
A way for a fresh breath.