You say you can read me like a book,
But, my friend, take another look.
You missed the fact the printing is faded and hard to read,
You missed the fact of what I will need.
The binding is falling apart,
And with it my heart.
There are pages torn out,
From the beatings and doubt.
The parts that you can read tell you...
How hard it is to decide the right thing to do.
About verbal beatings and slaughter,
And the responsibility of being the eldest daughter.
About sleepless nights,
And my worst secret frights.
My deepest love,
About being on top...in the above.
The sorrow and the lies...
That cause the circles under my eyes.
So my friend,
In the end...
I am an unpredictable thing,
An unreadable human being.
But if you were to repair me,
Then you would understand why many have let me be.
You say you can read me like a book,
But, my friend, please take a good, hard look.
