Poem || History Book.

You are a history book

Your past is being studied

By people you don't like 

You are a history book 

Hitler is your villain and you 

Are a confused German

You are a history book

And your edges are worn out and

Your pages are being skimmed through 

Your pages skimmed through 

Like they don't mean anything 

But you're in pain because 

You are a history book 

And you're trying to run away from

Your past; ironically. 

You are a history book

And people are lying about you

Claiming they know your reasons

You are a history book

And your story keeps 

Repeating itself 

As if it wasn't hard enough 

To live through the past 

The first time

You are a history book

And you've forgotten where

You placed the bookmark

And now you're flipping

Through yourself wondering how

You turned into this mess

You are a history book

And nobody

Seems to be on the same page