An Open Book, Locked Away

I say I'm an unsolved mystery but

they say I'm an open book.

Perhaps I am... but I

earnestly try not to be.



With each new person I meet,

only time is my shield as I learn them

and they learn me. Yet even if we're the best of friends,

there are some things about me that you'll never see.



I feel wind-swept, like a sudden breeze.

Yet I am a single vine that grows from a wretched tree,

unable to wholly produce what I please because of

the fragile need to appease and pacify the needs

of everyone I meet.



Only so no one will truly see me...



I am the girl who sits alone,

hidden away , closed to the world.

I am the poet, daring to dream of

an utopia of words where I can escape to.



You are the stranger that sees my pain scattered

across my brow and you wave and pass me by,

too afraid to dive beyound the shallow essence of my being.



You are the coward who sits alone wondering if anyone will notice your pain

yet forgetting about the pains and fervent hurts of others who need to see care.

Sheltered by oblivion's glare, you are the stranger that I need

to share these harbored feelings with.



I feel wind-swept, like a sudden breeze,

yet no one sees my true identity.