408. Poem by Jaden Knight

408.



I desired my life to be an open book
for all to see and understand
all in chronological order
even though it is not yet complete

You wanted to tear out some of the pages
as you didn't like what was written
can't face the truth in the lines
wishing to deny it ever happened
in a way it doesn't matter
I don't read your chapters any more

It may not be the happiest take
but I can assure you that it is all mine
when it is all set down in indelible ink
there point in lying about it

I desired my life to be an open book
although not all can read the story
the writing is not exactly neat
but if you need I can help you understand

Tuesday, November 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: hate
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