You! Stop reading my thoughts,
Invading my personal space!
Which encompasses this paper—
And everything I write on.

I’m so transparent to you, am I not?
Have you figured me out by now?
My life is literally an open book,
No secrets can my heart allow.

You have seen me sad, and
You have read of my tears
You have watched me grow,
In front of you, through the years.

You know what makes me smile,
And how I process my joy,
Yet I know nothing of your person,
Be you a man, woman, girl or boy.

You look upon my lines
And see the words of the wise?
I sit here while you read,
And watch my curtains rise.

Exposed, exposed, exposed am I!
An observation of the human mind am I!

Enjoy, enjoy dissecting me.
Enjoy studying my anatomy,

“Be tough, be strong my girl,”
Says my father as I grow.
A shield of armor must encompass me
Everywhere I go.

“The world is not safe, my girl,
Not the way you believe it to be.
So, protect and guard yourself,
Do not expose your fallacies.”

Yes, father.
I shall righteously obey—
By sharing my every thought
And what causes my dismay!

A fool, a fool, a fool am I!
A disobeyer of my father’s rule am I!

Enjoy, enjoy dissecting me.
Enjoy studying my anatomy.