you kept me on your shelf

wondering what's wrong with myself

maybe it's because i don't have more history

i'm sorry i'm such a mystery

my pages are filled with more questions than answers

and you were more interested in adding me to your collection

than solving a puzzle

you tried to edit my pages

but some mistakes are too far gone

you leave me speculating why i need to be changed

why can't i be my own author

maybe then i could finally say,

decisive and true,

it is The End for me and you