My Book

book

 

I wrote a book,

Yet you thought every word was about you,

 

You were completely oblivious to the fact that I had a past,

And people that I’ve loved and hurt before,

Or those that have loved or hurt me before

 

You completely forgot,

That my book had different characters

 

You may have been a chapter,

Or a page,

Or a paragraph,

Or a sentence

 

But do not make me to put down my ink,

Just because you think my whole story is about you

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