Code of Me

Words scripted on paper,
Somehow they describe me.

This life.
This person.
This girl.

All the mistakes.
All the confusion.
All of what I am.

This is me.

Cryptic clues of the unknown,
I’m not telling my secrets.
Sorry.

Hidden behind a guard,
Everything’s under lock and key.
No entry to you,
Or anyone else.

Words formed into rows,
They all tell a story.
A recovery, denial,
And all the hate I have had.

Interpret the code,
That I yet can’t understand.
Letters, a mixture of emotion,
It all makes sense to me.

But not you.