The Book that is me

I wish I could read you the book that is me,

Unfortunately, I am dyslexic about my essence you see,

I try to be true to myself  and that’s just fine,

Till I try to unravel emotions, and motives, twisted and hidden,some undefined,

I am passionate, energetic, a lover of learning,

Apathetic and lazy my negatives churning,

I want to put everything right with the world,

To make a difference not remain unheard,

My heads full of secrets I would rather keep,

My dyslexia keeps them hidden even when I sleep,

Am I out in the world or hidden under the bed,

Maybe you can tell, I would rather not dwell,

Am I trying to fit into this crazy world,

Or being myself unreserved,

I think you will have to read my book,

Find out for yourself, checkout  the whole don’t overlook,

I hope you will see someone open and caring,

With a sense of humour meant for sharing,

I am not a totally open book,

Open the pages and have a look.