I thought I am an open book. But it seems like I am an open book that is written in a language nobody can understand, even myself. I thought I am showing people the real me, but I am not even sure how kind of person I am.
I wear my heart on my sleeve. I don't hide my feelings. However, I don't talk about them with anyone. Maybe that's why people don't understand me.
I thought I have opened my heart. But it seems like I am just standing in front of a window but never opened the door.
