READ ME

BY ANNA STRATE

If my life was an open book,

Would you take a second look?

If I made the chapters revealing,

Would you think it was appealing?

My life it seems dull and bare.

Will you read enough to care?

As you read page by page.

Can you feel my burning rage?

How could this possibly end?

The words I write my only friend.

To understand read between each line.

It’s not much but it’s mine.

Copyright 1999