A really great poem. I, myself also sneaked onto my sister's diary once and well, yeah I know how it feels(was never caught though).

Thanks for this piece of writing :)

I had to read it twice. But I often find that with some of the more meaningful and complex poetry does that to you:) VERY nice work, and i give you credit for expressing your feelings so freely and admitting that you were wrong and sorry. It was very nice. I can DEFFINITELY relate...my mother read my diaries. I was soooo hurt, so embaressed, felt so betrayed and alone, disgusted and hurt. Journals/diaries are the most private and personal things. I had been collecting diaries since i could write, and i have been through a lot. I had about 13 of them filled and still being continued...that day when she came home with my diary she marked about 10 things on every page telling me to "go look at what i wrote." NEVER had i felt more betrayed. Ever, ever ever. It was terrible. I cried and cried and shredded my diary into pieces. Every single last page, and left it in a pile. Her reaction? She laughed in my face and told me it was fine, she didn't care, and that she had already made 2 coppies at work. I was mortified, disgusted. Angry and confused. Why? The next day she sent me away to live with my gramother 35 minutes away. I snuk every last one of my diaries away with me and spent day after day shredding them into microscopic pieces of confetti. Crying the entire time. When all was said and done. I threw them away, and glanced down at my now clistered fingers from such use of the scissiors agains paper. That was the least of my worries. To this day i am deeply saddened. Those diaries meant everything to me. One of the few things i have left from my childhood. I had spent hours, nights on end line after line, page after page. They were more important to me than anything. I've never gotten over it. I wanted to take them with me when i was older, i planned on keeping them with me forever. They're gone forever. And so is every last thought and emotion i leaked into them.

Sorry this was so long. I just wanted to share with you my story of how that happened to me and how bad it hurt me.

I give you TREMENDOUS credit and am very, i don't know, thankful for such a meaningful poem. And the fact that you were TRULY sorry. That means a lot. Fantastic work:)

okay just read a load of comments and i really dont understand why so many people dont get it or think its a novel :S its fab, if u dont get it read it again, thats what i did :D

really well written :)

It did take some understanding but it wasn't all that confusing.

All in all, an excellent poem.