Somewhat

I’m somewhat like a book
Except when I introduce myself
I don’t begin on the first page.

I’ll start you off in the middle
and then I’ll tell you to flip to page 9
and then back to page 900.

My story doesn’t make sense in order.
I’m still struggling to understand what it all means.

I’m somewhat like a book.
I’ll leave you hanging,
giving you pieces of every part of my soul.
Making you long for the rest…
Making you wonder about the reasons
why I withhold the rest.

You see,
when I present myself to you,
I have to do it in a disorderly way.

That’s the only way you’ll be able to understand me.
That’s the only way you’ll be able to understand
that I’m complicated…
somewhat like a book.