How would you describe me to someone who has never met me?
Do you really know who I am?
What I love?
Know all my secrets?
I am mostly an open book
But sometimes you have to read between the footnotes to capture my true self
The words reveal the scars I hid
The self doubt I have
The little confidence I hold
And the untold stories of my past
Don’t judge someone by what you see on the surface alone
You never know what is floating around under the hard shell of thy body
Which essentially is a time capsule back in time...