I am not an open book.
Unedited chapters of my life lay deep within the unexplored region of my heart.
The key of that secret chamber is hidden within my closed thoughts, that you try to unlock it from a key that you posses.
You read the glorious edited chapters of my life story, rich with chosen vocaubluary and deceptive sentences.
You fail to read between the spaces of those words and believe the deceiving words as gospel of my life.
Mysterious world within me yet without the 'me' is shrouded in secrecy as you read what I want you to read.
I am not an open book.
The unedited, badly written script will always be hidden in the closet which will be accessible only to the trusted and the beloved.
