I'm writing a book that no one will read
with a cover made of wax
and a binding made of steel
but could one run their finger
along the smooth surface
this shield would melt in their hands
Each page is comprised of few words
every letter so bold
it should surely blind you
But no one will read my story
and I wonder why
Are they scared or confused?
Embarrased or guilty?
Disgusted or...sorry?
Because I let them in
What do I do with a book like this?
Should I keep on writing
or throw it away?
Is there anything left to write
when the tears of my past
soak through every page
Who wants to handle
a girl like me?
I'm just so sad
You would drown on the very first page.
