OPEN BOOK

by jessica   Jul 4, 2005


Sometimes it feels as if my life is an open book for the world to read.
They look at me as if they already know me they act as if they've been in my shoes.
They don't know a damn thing about me where I'v been or what I'v
seen.
They don't know what it feels like to be me to live and breath in this skin.
Always being judged for who I am they don't know me I guess they never will.

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