"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
code.

why do
i love coffee
when it rains?

why do
i still love you
even it pains?

When up is down,
left twists into right
Green burns brown,
day becomes night.
I'm walking on the ceiling
confused by everything.
Feeling that I am unfeeling
as I don't know anything.

I walk in the mornings
I go to random events
I sit by the window
I leave windows open
I play my music loud
I leave shades open
I go to parks and beaches
I do all of these things in hopes of being noticed
Maybe one day ill be seen
Maybe one day someone will talk to me
Maybe one day ill have someone special
Maybe one day ill feel complete
Maybe one day someone will come along and sit with me
Maybe one day I won’t be alone
Maybe one day I won’t be forever searching