No ending

You can study me for as much as you like. You can learn me, observe me, but no one could ever understand me. For I am so different from what you see through your eyes.

To understand, you have to be me, put yourself in my small shoes and see the world through my eyes. And you'll understand why I keep silent. You'll understand why I keep my mouth shut. You'll undetstand why I keep it all inside.

And no one could ever understand me. No one could ever be me. No one could ever be someone else.

You can only study people. Most people are like books. They wanted to be read, to be appreciated. But some people are like teachers. They teach you everything, they make it easier to study them.

And I guess I am a book filled with chaotic story. The kind of book that only a few people would buy in a bookstore. The kind of book that people leave in the back of their bookshelf.

The kind of book with no ending.