Yes i'm here but do you see me,
I maybe a closed book but please try free me,
this smile on my face don't let it fool you,
it's hard to not let the emotions rule you,
I asked you to free me yet that can't happen,
I'm living my life just to fill a gap in,
know one can help if I don't help myself,
now is the time to take confidence of the shelf,
sometimes the advice can be quite blunt,
but that's what helps people being upfront,
each day is getting better and better,
even right now while writing each letter,
so when asked in a few years down the line,
how you doing and replying i'm fine,
maybe just maybe i'll actually mean it this time!
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