My Book.

You think you have me read, like a page in a book,
but you haven't read between the lines to take a closer look.

to see that I live life each day with a smile upon my face,
but deep down inside I know I don't belong in this place.

it seems as though my world is spiraling down,
but all I have to fall on is this unmerciful ground.

I've given up on chances; they're just no use,
when I am willing to try, I'm only giving myself the emotional abuse.

I have a tendency to where my heart on my sleeve,
but with so much rejection I've come across; falling in love, I just don't believe.

confidence, I have none; it is something that I lack,
it was taken from me years ago and was never given back.

the stress of trying to make everyone happy is driving me insane,
I can't even make myself happy due to all this unexplainable pain.

I'm hoping as life goes on I'll soon find where I belong, to move on farther,
but as for now if you're reading my book, let me be the author.