Open Book, Half Read

I’m an Open book, only half read. 

They look but they cannot see

They see but they cannot understand 

How can a thing be so transparent yet so obscure? 

A walking Paradox 

Their inadequacies they refuse to accept So they conclude, Make up their own story and the book is closed.  

Like Yet another badly written class report  

Erroneous is to say the least  

Half Open book yet they don’t get a thing. 

Just something I wrote this morning. 
Its how I feel sometimes, like no one truly gets me but I’ve come to realize that people will forever judge what they do not understand and its okay. 
No, its not okay. But what can one do? People will always have different opinions of you.
I also accept that sometimes i can be a bit unstable, but you don’t know the demons I’m fighting. You don’t know my journey. My story. And no its not an excuse for bad behavior. 


So for
This moment, I’m only grateful for those who know the real me and have come to understand, accept, and love me for who I am.  Thank you!

I’m just a soul whose intentions are good. Oh Lord please don’t let me be misunderstood – The Animals 

Cassandra Ikegbune
xoxo