Dear Diary

 
You read me...

You have my thoughts in your closed world
You know who I am, cause my thoughts are the truth
for you. You know my inner thoughts, 
but you don't care. I can trust you 
because you won't say anything, 
not telling anyone.

Yet I am lying to you. My thoughts are just lies! 
I forcedly feed my thoughts onto you. No choice is given.
The more I write, the more you have to know

You know my fantasies, 
yet I know nothing about you...

 

(James Soderman, Original written 1996, Translated 2003)