Diaries

A poem telling why I don't write diaries

I'm tired of writing diaries
Endless pages of scribbled writing
Emotional breakdowns that never make sense
Lists of activites completed without much interest

I've tried to capture the moment
But feelings inside will always be more potent
I tried to describe every day
but the important ones stay with me anyway

And all the juicy details
Embarassments or epic fails
That I might be interested in
I left out so no one could read

I never really have the time
I struggle just to get a while to write
To read it? Of time an utter waste
Besides, who's interested in my life anyways?

Reviews

[Akshita]

This is such a true poem...
I was totally able to relate with it...coz I hate if someone reads it...and I can't write some things because I don't want anyone to read that...
Nice one :)

[The Nameless]

Thanks =D