I am an open book, my emotions
written on my face as if etched in
It’s painful sometimes, when I don’t
want others to know how I truly feel

I am an open book, my senses
stretch to the surface and reach out
overloading my being with all they
pick up, colors, emotions, identical

I am an open book, my thoughts
I express in bright color and words
my hands sometimes tremble the
fear as I express them on paper

I am an open book, my journey
is here for all to read, the footsteps
along the road clear to see, and
for once I don’t mind they are

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