She’s an open book. She speaks her mind. She voices her opinions. You can tell how she feels by her facial expressions. You can see right through her. Yet, nobody really knows nor fully understands her. You have no idea what goes on inside that mind of hers. How haunted she is. How imprisoned she feels by her thoughts. Deep inside, she keeps her secrets, somewhere far in the pits of her being where even she could never reach them. She’s an open book. You can see right through her. Yet, nobody really knows nor fully understands her… not even herself.