Open, close

In life you're constantly ridiculed for the way you dress, think, and even speak.

Sometimes you run into those people who say they can read people.

But maybe what they don't know is that not everyone leaves their books wide open.

To be read at bedtime before you get tucked in.

Some stories are meant to be kept, never forgotten, and certainly never told.

It's not that the themes are bad or even the people.

The characters are about as normal as they get, but the world still feels that there different.

A sense of closure is all I ask

For the lessons that, like always, seem to clash

For the people that race

In and out

And the casualties you face here and about