I am an open book to many. I don't hold stuff in very well.
Many a people heard much about me. Probably too much.
But I am also a mystery. Though some may not catch on.
Very few people actually know the real fears and insecurities I have.
Many catch glimpses but few really notice or get it.
I have not accepted myself yet. I know what I am.
But I also know what I am not. How do I get past that?
I don't know but I need to and I must.