Book Of Me

Every page is written in ink and tears,

The weight of silence, the shadow of years.

The pages hide secrets I never let show

But between the lines, you’ll see how I’ve grown.

Not every chapter has a happy end,

But every word made me who I am.

This is the book of me, no edits, no disguise,

A journey through the pain, the truth behind the eyes.

Every scar’s a sentence, every smile’s a theme,

This is the story I was born to be

The book of me.

Some pages are torn, but I kept them inside,

Moments of weakness I never denied.

Yet hope kept writing in bold, in gold,

A tale of a spirit that refuses to fold.

Every mistake, every broken piece,

Turns into strength, a kind of release.

This is the book of me, no edits, no disguise,

A journey through the pain, the truth behind the eyes.

Every scar’s a sentence, every smile’s a theme,

This is the story I was born to be

The book of me.

If you read me cover to cover,

You’ll find a fighter, a dreamer, a lover.

Not perfect, but real

That’s the story I seal.

Page by page, I set my soul free,

This is the book, the book of me.

This is the book of me, no edits, no disguise,

A journey through the pain, the truth behind the eyes.

Every scar’s a sentence, every smile’s a theme,

This is the story I was born to be

The book of me.

Still writing, still dreaming,

The book of me…