I am a book.
Sometimes hard to understand,
Hard to figure out,
Hard to analyze,
Difficult to open up, thinking,
"What's so interesting about that?"
But I have a story.
A story unknown,
A moral unrecognized until the end,
And guess what?
Rarely ever does the end get reached.
A message hidden and only uncovered if
You're willing to read between the lines.
A piece of simplicity obscured by the vail of words here,
Words there,
Words everywhere.
A piece of simplicity that rarely does anyone
Ever give a chance.
A chance to see who I really am
And what I'm really made of.
A chance to understand me.
My story.
but no.
Rarely ever does anyone flip open the cover
To actually understand.
Just from the synopsis on the back cover,
Everyone thinks they know the story completely.
So they go ahead
and judge.
Criticize.
Scrutinize.
And sadly,
they will never know.
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