My Open Book

My life is a total open book,
I wear the pages on my sleeve,
If you asked I may let you take a look,
Though the pages are hard to read,

They are all disorganized, one here one there,
Very like my life,
I lose a page and I do not care,
Most I do not even see,

Some pages stick to me like glue,
And will not come off of me,
I will rip them off before I am through,
That final day I shall be looking forward to,

The words are unreadable,
And very hard to see,
Though every time I am able,
They bring my memories back,

Memory after horrid memory,
Seeking to knock at my door,
Sometimes I wish they would just let me be,
And take me under again,