• It started with "Dear Diary",
    Finished with "The End."

    An autobiography, a novel, a friend.
    The absolute truth : a wishful pretend.
    Those thoughts and facts and figures,
    All imprisoned in a tattered notebook,
    Scrawled in handwriting, so childish, so adult.

    Pen on paper fixes a thousand faults,
    This incoherency is appealing,
    A contradiction worth seeing,
    And so it goes, said someone smart.
    These words, a different form of art.

    I stopped my childish rhymes,
    I read between the lines,
    There I go breaking promises,
    I could never keep, even if I tried,
    Yet I wouldn't say I lied, as I read,
    Diary aged ten to seventeen.