I have never been an open person, closing myself off and letting myself be known as a question mark, an open book for you to write down your opinions of me in. You think I will never see them.
This is not true.
I am my own diary. I am shut tightly and locked away by someone who has kept too many secrets.
But I am written in pencil. I can be erased. Marks will remain, my annotations in pen will stay, but I will let you write in me.
I can be as blank and open as everyone thinks.
I could be if only I applied myself, but I know I won't.