Dear Diary,

What is it like to be free

To do what you want

To not be trapped

Can you answer me

My only friend

You’ve been with me

For all these years

So I guess you to

Would want to know

Why are we trapped

Kept locked away

I clean the house

And do my chores

Then I return once more

To sit with you in this room

While the other kids play

I see them there in the window

Yet I know not there names

What is a name

I call you Diary

What of me I have so many

Brat and Nuisance

A Useless Problem

Why is it I have more then one

Am I the only one

Or am I special

Perhaps I am

Am I special

Is that why I’m here

Why I’m not with the other kids

What makes me different

I didn’t want to be

I want to run

I want to meet them

But most of all

I want to be free

Sincerely,

Your friend