My fault

It could be my fault
For glancing where your secrets hid
For reading about your thoughts of me
How you thought I was a bitch
How I was selfish
How I hated random people
How I had more problems then that girl that pointed at us and laughed.
Maybe it's my fault for
Reading your newest entry
Yesterday I do believe,
'Dear diary' it started
It claimed your opinion of me never changed.
But why oh why had you claimed the title of my best friend
When you could barely hold the plaque
Why had you used me?
But I still can't find it in myself to hate you.
Maybe it's because,

It's all

My

Fault.