BOOK

I Am A Book

I am a book

No one considers how I became

They can read me and think they understand

But in the pages I can not be found

The me you think you see is under the cover

I am a book

But you can’t read me

My pages are what you hear

My feelings you can see

But every feeling starts somewhere

What is behind me?

What made me?

What led the words to the page?

The story you see is the story of my life

The story behind it is the story of me

I am a book

I can not be understood, what I am

No one truly knows another

Only the crafter knows the craft

Only in the book in Heaven are my thoughts found

A whole new me

The me I know

I am a book

Read by others

They stop at the cover

They know not a deeper side

Themselves are a mystery to themselves

You know who hate

You know who love

Because I am a book

You classify the pages

You can read me

In am who you see

You know because you looked

You knew

I am just a book...

Check again.

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