One is like a locked diary, a diary you want to open and know about the secrets, memories, dreams and unspoken thoughts which it holds but no one knows. Perhaps......one day......I will find the key to unlock the diary and share the secrets, memories, thoughts and the dreams within......
The other is like an open book, a book with some parts so fun and interesting, you don't want to it put down and you want to keep reading every night...some parts you don't quite like and you leave it down on your table until another time......maybe......one day....it will become my bedside book that I want to read every night before I sleep and don't ever want to put down.........
You smile and toss that curl of hair that has just fallen over your eye.... Reach for your geography book and start to read and study for your test tomorrow....
Whutevahhh.....
What for, some kind of metaphor. That I can't see....
you feel their eyes upon you
you hear their words behind you
what do they know about you?
they'll tell you what you should be
tell you what you should do
they'll never believe in you
