An Open Book

An Open Book .
A book that doesn't expect to be liked.
A book that doesn't expect to be loved.
A book that doesn't expect to be recognized.
A book that doesn't close,
and open for the stories of people.
A book that seems to have many thoughts,
and needs to be uttered.

Stretched out in sorrows,
In a thousand red inky marks,
That they left across her heart.
You might wonder why she does this,
Why write of people she once knew?
But she hopes one day she'll mean enough,
For someone to write about her too..