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.
