Confessions of a Bookworm
I am quiet and shy on the outside,
When my mind is quite loud and vibrant.
When my nose is stuck in a book,
My head is floating in the clouds.
In private I smell books…
Okay, I smell books in public too.
I don't buy books,
I adopt them.
I hug them as if they were my own children,
And polish them as if they were golden trophies.
I am a bookworm
And these are a few of my many confessions.