My brother bugs me all the time about my Diary.

He wants to know what sisters write in total secrecy.


I tell him that my Diary is boring as a textbook,

but only so he doesn’t try to take a sneaky look.


The truth is that my Diary’s like a novel from the store

where I’m the leading lady whom the characters adore.


It’s amazing, how this parchment documents each thing I do:

my nightmares, observations, and my love for peach shampoo.


I explain all my misfortunes in a sister’s constitution,

where I outline all my problems and devise my own solutions.


What’s unexpected are my words on sibling rivalry;

in spite of how I act, my brother means the world to me.


That’s one fact that stays under lock and combination;

How embarrassed I would be, if he knew my admiration.


Which statement BEST describes the theme of this poem?

Ahiding secrets

Blistening to grownups

Cgoing on an adventure

Dtrying not to hurt feelings