Dear Dairy

I heard you like me
But I don’t know you
Which means
You don’t know me
I know what it is
You must have heard of me
Perhaps something I made you did see
And what you really feel is envy
Now I put it simply
All you like
That you think is me
You can do
Actually very easily
Because you don’t really know me
What’s my favorite color?
And when is my birthday?
What are my interests?
How do you know I am different?
Have you seen me let my hair down?
Do you know how I act when no one else is around?
Have you asked to know my thoughts?
Do you know I don’t care what you bought
What about books I’ve read
Probably wouldn’t guess if I don’t even care what’s in my head
I see you laughing when I make jokes
But when do I laugh?
Cause that is what I like the most
I know that I know lots of people
That’s helpful for you
I get it
But I don’t care about that too
Now I deliver you a book of my secrets
Perhaps you think that is the key
For you to know me
Maybe?
But those are all old stories
Glorified retellings of my own history
Actually the book is really a mystery
Because although I tell the stories of the past
I will answer no questions about why it didn’t last
Those characters just members of the cast
And I do have others on the staff
It’s all good
Everyone fails my class
Even the ones who think they can pass
Only looking at me from their perspective
Believing the surface is how we stay connected
We all benefit from a little reflecting
And self discovery
So don’t worry if you know me
Do you?
Until you do it perfectly