The book that is me

I wish you could read the book, that is me

The chapters are muddled, loose-leaf and free

I feel self-fulfilled most of the time

Or brimming with emotion, often undefined

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 head’s full of secrets I would rather keep

Guarding them hidden even when I sleep

I wish you could interpret the book that is me

Tease out the contradictions, help set them free

Confident, articulate, a natural leader

Shy, unsure, more of a receiver

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, check the whole, don’t overlook

Will you 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

Samantha Beardon ©