Be my own diary

      Tonight I lay on my bed,
      Thinking of all the whims and vices
      Recalling how I tried telling
      My Best Friend
      The reason of my pain
      But failed to explain
      Just because it was way too much
      For words to capture the essence!

      Tonight I lay on my bed,
      Thinking of all the troubles and fears
      Recalling how I tried sharing
      With my Parents
      Words spurted out
      But all in disdain
      Perhaps they were too much preoccupied
      Or had bigger troubles to face!

     Tonight I lay on my bed,
     Thinking of all the tears
     Recalling how each time I knew
     Expression failed to get a clear view
     I took my paper and pen
     And tried to articulate
     Everything that I felt!

     In the end
     I got it clear
     Its me who is at fault
     I have to be my own Best Friend
    To show me the right path
    Be my own parents
    To guide me through
    And Be my own diary
    To write my fate!