Trust

Sometimes its hard for me,
To say what I feel.
Emotions are things I oftenfind,
Are easier to conceal.
I know that I should trust you,
After all, you are my friends,
But trust is something that i still find,
Is hard to comprehend.
As it stands, to this present day,
There is only one place that I trust,
That my hopes and dreams,
My tears and fears,
Will never be repeated or discussed.
And in this place I discovered,
No more than three years ago,
I find that the words now come easier,
But from the nib of a pen they flow.
Then, once the words are halted,
The entry comes to it’s end.
I close the pages of my Diary,
My most trustworthy friend