I am not a book.

You act as I'm a book,
just open up and read.
Nothing hurts my feelings,
and there is nothing I may need.

Well I have news for you,
my life is not like that.
I do all my work,
and waiting there you sat.

How can we be friends?
you only pick my brain.
I'm so easy to take advante of,
through the sun or through the rain.

Things are going to change now,
and there is nothing you can do.
so get used to it,
and start something new.

Many people say,
not to let it get to me.
But how can I not?
when you copy everything you see.

The stress keeps on building,
in many different ways.
I don't know how long I can last.
a year? a month? or even seven days.

I know this won't change a thing,
but at least it helps me.
writing like this is hard to do,
expressive is hard to be.