Dear Diary,
Confusion and guilt creep upon me...

Unsaid words eat me alive, prisoner.
I'm unable to express myself...

Passion leaks onto the paper,
Deprived from what she loved...

I look at my reflection
Who do I see...

Stepping out of the crowd,
Her hips sway to the rythmn of the music...

Standing in the crowd, I stare at the stage.
Illuminated, it awaits the performers...

Tears stain your cheeks,
As you confess your secret...

Staring at his blank canvas,
The poet seems at a loss of words...

Anger echoes in the room,
As I gasp for air...

As I approach the cold stone,
I feel the wind brush my cheek...

Silence reigns in the room,
As my friend announces the news...

Sitting in the corner.
Watching...