I’m an open book you see
You can judge me by my cover
I won’t blame you, that’s the truth
You can go through my pages,
Learn something new,
Get fascinated by my story,
I’m sure there’s an adventure you never knew.
Laugh at my joys and sometimes my clumsy ways,
Share in my sorrow and sympathize with my darkest days
But don’t stand at a distance in anger and claim that I’ve become a stranger,
Because the truth is, I’m an open book,
If you don’t see me it’s because you choose not to look.
I haven’t written on here in about a year or two and I felt this poem would be a fitting return, I hope anyone that reads it resonates with it.