My Life Is An Open Book, But

My life is an open book, not that it's all that interesting really. It just doesn't concern me what the world may think about me. One can ask me anything at all about yours truly and I'd answer all about myself very freely and honestly, but there may be times when I may come off as a hypocrite. One might ask me a question whereupon I'll appear very evasive. " It's too lengthy and too complicated to talk about it," is not an uncommon response that I sometimes reply with. Most likely you've touched on a subject that has brought back to me very tragic, sorrowful, painful memories. I've been through all that crap once and once was more than enough for me. To answer your question would force me to relive it again and that I will not appease, but I never end my reply with, "I don't want to talk about it." I end with, "l'lI let you know one day if you happen to be truly interested," if you're still then interested you will receive an email from me as quick as a wink. Subject: In Reference To Your Question. Message: Click On This Link >. One of the benefits I receive from writing poetry is that my words are posted on the Internet for all to read, so whenever anyone asks me a question that may disturb me and stir up all my dormant feelings within me from tragedy, I answer their question by providing them a link to my poetry that touches on the subject that the individual had asked of me. Their question gets answered hopefully and I didn't have to relive another episode of my life's tragedy by having to explain it all again vocally. However, once again I declare that my life is an open book. It's posted all over the Internet and the world is free to have a look.