Diary of a "WOMAN" II

THE DIARY OF A "WOMAN" II

I feel as if I wrote this myself alone, 
Smothering my pain because my heart was a stone.

Recessing on a bed nothing fancy but white,
My life flew high and as far as kite.

My beloved, I felt insecure in my childhood,
I wish I had taken help, but none I could.

I ain't complaining, nor I would cry,
I just hoped for good things, which i couldn't buy.

My partner was my first boyfriend, with whom I interacted the most,
The second part had just begun but I couldn't raise the toast.

I miss my loneliness, but I also respect my fame,
Marriage gave me a new phase but also a new name.

Not soon but early I hope for getting a new sun,
This part of my life was incredibly fun.

Being a human I cannot unlock all the doors of life,
But I can make it sharp and as clean as a knife.

I know my inside, but i never lose hope,
Shoving my troubles aside I always find scope.

My true friend is one whom I talk very excessive,
But if someone steals her, I turn a little possessive.

Some people will try to expose what is wrong with you,
Because they cannot stand what is right about you.

So now I end this poem, proving my life was fair,
Selfless!, sensitive! Me, is the only one I care.