An Open Book

As I question
What I dare not mention
As I wonder about his fears

Could they equal my own
Can they possibly be what I think too
Or am I mistaken
Misguided by love once again

Am I destined to be someone's fool
And is my meekness really my weakness
Two questions I dare not ask
In fear of, the answer
That it's true and I'm someone's fool

Does it have to be this way
Do I always have to wonder
Is everything I've always put myself down with true
Is it pure fact not fiction

Or do I hesitate for no reason at all
Unsure of what to do
But knowing what I have accomplished
I wonder what I should think or ask myself as an artist

Do I fear the answer
Or do I fear love
The pain and joy of it
The compassion and feeling of it
Do I want to write about me
Or about everything

That's when I realized
Life's never what it seems to be
I love to write
But emotionally I'm to open

So now I write as if I'm a book
Trying to close it self
The unthinkably real
But inside I take a deep breath
And close my eyes only to open them
As internally I finally close my book
For once I feel safe
Not only real