I’m open book with a combination lock,
And no one knows the numbers but me.
My words cost nothing,
But then again nothing is truly free.

My anger grows when my name is forgotten,
But then again I could cry at the thought of others knowing me.

I’ve given out so much love
But no one has received it.
I left the address blank on the package,
So back into my soul my love retreated.

My conscience is clear,
But it feels so tainted.
My blood remains splattered on the walls,
I forgot to repaint it.

My book is open,
The pages are locked.
The script is free to scream.,
But the meanings are trapped and hidden.

I yell my name,
The words are whispered.
Please,
Someone hear me.

Remember my voice,
My face just forget it.
Listen to the sounds carefully,
You might still regret it.

My book is published,
But never for sale.
In my mind I always hear a song,
But you never will.