I have secrets

I have feelings

When she frets

Or feels like saying things

I lay by her bed

And wait every night

But now she would come instead

And switch off the light

I knew all she felt

When she wrote in me

By what problems she dealt

Like a fish from the sea

She wrote wild

All that she thought

Her life as a child

All that she had been taught

She now has grown up

Too old to remember

Too busy with her coffee cup

Too elegant to surrender

She lived like a princess

Now she is to be queen

I will be lost in her dresses

Never to be seen.

My Daughter wrote this over a year back and was not wanting it to be shared as she felt this would open her secrets and we will actually know that she maintains her diary. She wanted it to be her personal space, and despite assurances we were not able to convince her that her space is her private life. Today she understands and is willing to let us into her lives, but just that much!

Her Diary speaks its mind of how it is treated, how it ought to be treated and what thoughts run through it when it is alone and wanting attention.