My Diary

My diary isn't interesting Like a best-selling novel You might find it boring I really can't tell But if you're wondering It's my life, Both heaven and hell. My diary is truthful It won't lie It's quite wonderful Yet it might make you cry It's got a different pull Like my life, Both brown earth and blue sky. My diary is plain It can go unrecognized It is in no way vain It's too modest I realized It's a bit insane It's my life, Both orthodox and revolutionized. My diary holds my treasure It's like a vault It holds my every thought and every pleasure It has my good points and many a fault It holds every memory I could remember It's my life, Both sugar and salt.