You misspelled ocean in the third line of you poem. Overall its good!!!

Despite Curiosities

I gaze into the souls of those who peek at me

I see imperfections daily

I stand stagnant as the world passes by

I am an open book never to shy

I am flattering and often cruel

I carve my name in this world with a jagged tool

I am a glimps at what was or is to come

I am many times the cause to rum

I view the lonely and cold

Secrets I always hold

I await my next encounter with a yearning soul

I am crystal clear as pressed coal

I see the deepest of those who look at me

But no one ever see’s me, despite their curiosity