Dear Diary

I cannot say what i do not know
but i can say you're putting on a show
you've got a mask and a disguise
its pretending and pretention i despise
you tell yourself harmful lies
you see darkness in the prettiest skies
a dress of white with streaks of red
your soul is dark your heart is dead
your body exudes red and black
come clean and don't look back
soothe your soul with truth and blessing
challenge your heart to peaceful resting
accept your pain but be its master
sinking and obsessing leads to disaster
we are victims of hurt and shame
but a rose is as sweet by any name
find your rose of red or white
find the rose that fits you right
it has its thorns as does your heart
but with misery you must part
we are all slaves to tribulation
but we must direct to celebration
one life to live
all love to give
above the inchworms and rats we rise
release ourselves from our own demise
your enemy is closer than you think
its you and it keeps you on the brink
but you must know this and go on
with others and with truth you must bond
rise above your dark abyss
and you will find your due bliss
pause for a moment in your storm
clear your head and see the self harm
others may hurt you
but don't stay blue
find your fight
with all your might
cleanse yourself in crashing waves
let your spirit be pure and raised
a dress of white a dress of blue
whatever is you, whatever is true
find your color and find your spirit
find yourself and you'll know what to do with it