My Diary

I pour out my heart in this Book

I think to myself, with my wandering mind  

What will happen from this moment on

My future is uncertain 

I know not what will happen next

Nothing is set in stone 

If This was found 100 years from now,

What would people think of me?

Would I be tossed aside like millions of others 

Or would I be revered as a hero

Or scorned like a dasterly villain

These are my feelings

Plain and simple

For all generations to see