I Am Like a Diary
I am like a diary,
And people use me well.
I tell them to confide in me,
Tell me their life is hell.
I ask for nothing in return,
And if I do, it’s small.
Then they ask if I’m okay,
And I just stand up tall.
I’m trying to complete my task,
At showing off,
The perfect mask.
And if you think that I am weak,
Then look at my life,
Just take a peek.
They think they know me,
But they never will.
And if they did, to show me,
Would take a lot of skill.
For I am misunderstood,
And this at a whole new level.
For rather than your average family,
I’m living with the devil.