I am a rough cover

That lies in a lonely corner of a library,

With endless pages inside of me.

I am thriving for you to notice me,

To consider me to be unique and special.

Maybe that dream will never become real.

You go from shelf to shelf,

Looking for the perfect thing to read.

Until you come across me.

You pick me up,

And without even thinking about my story,

You throw me back on the dusty shelf,

As if I was a piece of trash.

I try to hold back my tears,

Hoping that one day you would take the veil off of your eyes,

And realize what a grave mistake you had made.

I am a book,

Please don’t judge me

By my cover,

Or my title,

But instead judge me by my story and my life.

You may think I am small and tiny,

But my heart is enormous,

With lots of space to love and care for others.