An Open Book Poem by John Hubschman

We live our life in privacy,
We don't know how to be free.
Our clothes are just a metaphor,
For our feelings about our core.

We don't want anyone to see us,
God-forbid they get to know us.
Then they would know our weakness,
And could destroy our needed bliss.

They would know how to make us cry,
So we sit all alone and be shy.
But I don't want to live like that,
So sit with me and we can chat.

I say now - my life’s an open book,
So go ahead and have yourself a look.
I won't be afraid of what you could do,
It will just make me better than you.