dear diary

If I was childish enough

to bring these thoughts to the table

and naive enough

to expose them on paper

how foolishly then

would I

wage war

with the pen

undress your inadequacies

how recklessly

I must delight

in the dust it unravels

or wastefully fuel

such shallow undertones

you then must believe

my arguments are catastrophically ridiculous

that I garnish them with unworthy attention

that such thoughts should be abandoned with time

buried deep within your manhood

not exorcised or dismantled

in the hands of a child

how immature I am

to broadcast my feelings

so boldly

take such liberties

with such a serious matter

if I am so brazen and thoughtless

with my words

that I will publicize them anywhere

this must be my most juvenile

entry to date.