Diary

I pick up my diary

To seal it once again:

Three locks each with a different key

And a hair from first to last.

Inside it are sweat and tears

With secrets, truths and lies.

A sacred treasure of my tales it is,

But so a dark grimoire.

I wonder what others might find,

I ask what will they expose.

If they see my unknown side,

How my image would be torn?

After I wrote another page

I seal it once again:

Three locks each with a different key,

So my secrets can be secrets.