I read, like an open book
All others can see the words written on my pages.
I contain tales, read as secretive,
A hushed whisper that only a handful have seen.
But how many times has this booked been checked out?
A sea of white masks, deadpan through the years
So cherished once, now faded, emotionless.
Forgotten both to me, and I to them.
My secrets are secrets no more -
I own my past, without connecting to it.
I am an open book, because who has to connect with a story?
People can project on a tale,
As what better to have in a confidant, than a horror story?
Something you can read from the comfort of your bed,
A scary, scarred, stream of words that still seem otherworldly.
Frankenstein’s monster will never be faced –
So, too, is this failures’ life.
You understand, you say.
You sympathise, you say.
But how can you, when I checked myself out long ago.
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Author:
Anna Wakey29 (
Offline) - Published: March 20th, 2026 21:44
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this not long before my abusive ex husband left me. Reading it now, I can't believe how or why I kept convincing myself he was my 'everything'. I was a broken, empty shell. I will never be the person I was when I met him - vibrant, charismatic, confident - but I am slowly piecing my life back together.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Recognition of one's monsters and defeating them is admirable. We all fight our Frankenstein's those monsters we ourselves have created, reliance on technology, society, family, partners and like in the story watch its destruction about us take what is most dear and escape to the frozen hinterlands.
Very well put 🙂
Love Thyself and Others will follow
All my life I've longed for love, yet
failed to look within. I sought acceptance
from total strangers until I finally
realized that...I was my true best friend!
With time, I learned to love myself by
forgiving and forgetting all the mistakes
of the past. I began to accept myself
for who I really was, and built a high
confidence level that was sure to last!
I applied my newfound knowledge to
others, and after awhile I found...
...true Love was in my midst at last.
All I had to do was search INSIDE before
I looked around!
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