• My life is a book that writes itself.
    Already begun but not ended.
    Everything is written down.
    From how tall I am
    To the color of my eyes
    and the types of friends I have.
    I take it this book everywhere I go.
    School, shopping, where ever.
    Because it’s mine and no one else’s.
    This is the one part people know everything or nothing about.
    Like how I’m easily frustrated, sensitive, caring, understanding, angry.
    They don’t see how many tears I cry how much I hurt or all the pain I go through.
    They don’t see my problems or how I wear my heart on my sleeve.
    They don’t see my two-faced friends or backstabbing relatives.
    They don’t see hate in my eyes or fear in my heart.
    They only see what I want them to see.
    And that’s me can’t you see.