17th August 2003

Dear Diary,

Here goes my first attempt at writing a poem.

I am actually okay,

But you just have to spoil it.

I am actually alright,

But you just have to enter my life,

Bringing me horror

I am actually fine,

But you had to come into the picture,

And make me cry

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why are you doing this to me?

I am tired diary, I really am. Sigh. Goodbye Diary.

I will talk to you tomorrow.