​I wish you could read  the book, that is me,

Although the chapters are muddled, looseleaf, free,

I feel self fulfilled most of the time,

Or brimming with emotion, often undefined,

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,

 Guarding them hidden even when I sleep,

I wish you could interprete the book that is me,

Tease out the contradictions, help me set them free
Confident, articulate, a natural leader

Shy, unsure, more of a reciever

Am Trying to fit into the crazy world

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, check 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.