The book
The book opens
From one side,
To the other side.
It has a beginning
And a ending.
It's hard to
Understand at times,
It can have many
Different endings.
Sometimes you don't
Accomplish reading it.
It gets judged by it's
Cover at times.
That our life is
Almost like a book.
We have horrible and wonderful days.
Sometimes it's hard to understand
Ourselves.

This poem is about a book compared to a persons live. We kinda live like a book. We have our own stories in our lives, bad, good, depressing, awesome!. But that don't stop us from living. Just like sometimes we get a book that we don't like. But we finish it anyways to see if it will turn out better.