Let their stories be written as diaries.
Always with perspective and thoughtfulness
But guarding concealed secrets,
Hiding behind a seemingly perfect facade.
I’d rather my story be an open book.
Free and brave, like a bird
Rising above trivial conflict
To soar across the clear blue sky.
To have expressed my motivations,
To be honest and kind
To be loyal and unwavering
A trustworthy and understanding companion.
I’d rather them see my colors
Than lock away my thoughts.
If I could stand tall and true,
I would rather be an open book.