That's what I am now.
Incomplete.
They keep asking for
truths.
I'm afraid to give them
answers.
I keep hiding behind
dreams.
Except maybe they're
realities.
They keep asking for
reasons.
I give them lame
excuses.
I want to live my
fantasies.
Except maybe they're
nightmares.
They keep asking for
explanations.
I keep telling them
I don't have them.~Ellen Hopkins [Identical]
YOU ARE READING
Me.
RandomI don't write in this book to get attention. I do NOT do it for pity. I don't care what you comment in this book specifically. I just write in it to get things off my chest and clear my mind.