Until I Opened Up

_Conviction Office,_ Dear You, *UNTIL* *I* *OPENED* *UP* I think I'm open In the sense that i Outwardly Portray External Nonsense Oh yes! I'm OPEN! But what about the inside? I thought by portraying my external nonsense, I might be liked by all and experience their rosy sides. But is that what i need to build my bed of roses? When the thorns would just prick me if i lay on it. I had Secrets, Just like having a dark coven of angry lions Ready to jump and devour Indeed! One's mind is his life. Simple sentences became aesthetically jumbled words in my head. I tried to read meaning out of nothing. I could say it was a solo casted movie: Being the antagonist and protagonist in my mind merely projected in my actions. No scripts to memorise, no directions yet it played horribly enthusiastically, Until i opened up. I lived fantasy outside Yet scared, tormented, afraid, and mediocre inside. Instead of having the peace of calm waters in my soul, I had tantrums of volcanoes exploding in my head. Until i opened up. I never saw the essence of the people i had. I thought being open was too cheap; Rather, i was conforming to the hollow sentiments of this world, All battling it out and always loosing. Until i opened up. I never saw the essence of a listener. But when i did, I appreciated the presence of an audience. When i gave up the "I'm not telling life", I now begun to experience real life. Until i opened up! I felt everyone had a story they didn't read out. But now i know, That every page is blank, Ready to be filled with amazing stories of peace and tranquility. No man is an island on his own. Open up and let's form a uniform body. Unity is the way to go.