Sunday, May 10, 2009

Open Book

I am an open book as you say,
everyone peels out the thoughts of what I am.
They look deeper into my eyes,
and find untold secrets.
They tear and take everything in reach,
until there is no more to be looked upon.
The source of it is the beholder behind the mask,
they keep fighting and coming back for more.
I feel their stares behind my back,
their gossip that laces their lips.
But should I give into it and tell them what they want to hear?
All the lies they put me up to,

no more room for truth.
Even though they mistake them for lies,
I fight back until the open book leaves.

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