Why I can't sleep at night sometimes

this poem started off about you

The only book I'll ever need is filled with your thoughts.
The thoughts you have toward me,
yourself,
and everything else.
The words spoken from your soul and not the things you've been told.
What's real is what's inside,
and I can see with mind's eye
that these vibes will never lie
until, they've calcified-
I;
I'll show you whats real,
make you rethink "ideals",
and learn your life is surreal
and see that all was concealed
by the click of your heels.

The only book you'll ever need,
are the pages laid out in front of you.