The Book that is me

I wish I could read you the book that is me,
Unfortunately, I am dyslexic about my essence you see,
I try to be true to myself  and that’s just fine,
Till I try to unravel emotions, and motives, twisted and hidden,some undefined,
I am passionate, energetic, a lover of learning,
Apathetic and lazy my negatives churning,
I want to put everything right with the world,
To make a difference not remain unheard,
My heads full of secrets I would rather keep,
My dyslexia keeps them hidden even when I sleep,
Am I out in the world or hidden under the bed,
Maybe you can tell, I would rather not dwell,
Am I trying to fit into this crazy world,
Or being myself unreserved,
I think you will have to read my book,
Find out for yourself, checkout  the whole don’t overlook,
I hope you will see someone open and caring,
With a sense of humour meant for sharing,
I am not a totally open book,
Open the pages and have a look.

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