I'm a closed book that even I cannot read
And yet you seem to see right through me
You think you know all that goes through my head
But I know that couldn't possibly be.
You've memorized all my favorite things
But know nothing about who I really am
You do not know what makes my heart sing
You probably don't even give a damn.
I know you'll rip out my pages one by one
As soon as you find the lock's key
Perhaps for you it will be fun
To ruin the book that was once me.
I really liked the last line for some reason...
It's acctually a very decent peice of writing. Instead of changing it, you should leave this one here and redo it; posting it as a new poem called "Closed Book [edited]* or something of the sort, so that people can see how you've changed the poem and how it got better. :D
I like it, very cool. I like the last four lines the most.