I am who I am; a living being, a person a woman, you
Significant in my own way, for my beliefs I stand
I am a book, open me and read
I will follow you if you take the lead.
But if you want to figure me out just open me
A fair warning of the things you'll come to see:
The pain in all the words I speak
The fear of becoming powerless and weak
The big dreams of a future that does not exist
My life a big metaphor for slitting your wrists
A big, fat, shiny tear
And the inability to let anyone near.
I am an open book
See me for yourself, just take a look
I am the essence of your being
I am the struggle you deny seeing
You "cut me out" of your life
But truly I'm there; the slowly penetrating knife.
Don't ignore me, you'll make things worse
Denying your struggle is your only curse
Open me up, read for yourself
Then pack me away with the books on your shelf
But every so often open me up, read me, write in me
Because, you see, I am your diary.
