The cover of a book can be very appealing,
but inside the book is much more revealing.
To finish a chapter may feel like a mile,
a small goal that may warrant a smile.
But look on the other side; the writer,
to write just a section as a struggle fighter.
How do you tell the people that stare?
Wondering why mentally, they won't meet you there?
Or the ones you fear won't care.
Hell, worse, or the worst, the ones of all,
the ones of all that made you fall.
All of these people, all of these fears,
opening yourself to avoid numerous tears.
To share just a cover is far from tough,
but to explain the book can be rough.
But, I must do it, to make my inside pretty,
share all my bullshit quite witty and gritty.
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