A Writer's Best Friend

they stare down from my shelf

half filled with myself

a window

into my mind

little do they know

they're filled with my wealth

and to my health

they are kind

for in them are secrets

my hopes and my bleakness

a future i am yet 

to find

I hide my ideas

with my dreams and my fears

but still, to my flaws

they are blind

They couldn't care less

about what I confess

the mistakes

I am leaving behind

Because it's me they are here for

my crypt and my core

i'm the one they're designed

to remind