You Can Unfold Me, But You Can'T Read Me Poem by Her Name Is Taylor

Take a look...
Dive right in...
Try to find me, the best way you can

Search and search for the words to my soul
Swim and search, until you can look no more

Go deeper and deeper until you think you can see a light
Fight the currents of my mind, and hold on tight

but....

I'm sorry to say
that there is NO way,
to see or read anything at all
A Wall stands tall
its a bubble-wrapped
styrofoamed, enclosed package
protecting the precious porcelain inside

It will hold on like a homeless dude to a dime
No matter how you beat it, push it, or fight..
it will NEVER stop holding on to my soul inside

so keep on trying to unfold the package you think you know
and try to see the hidden depths of my sacred soul, but
never try to hope that you will see the true me
If you find the warning it says,
'You may unfold, but you can't read'