Private Library

I was once an open book; my emotions and deepest thoughts were the cover.

One day someone ripped out my pages and tossed me into a dark corner.

I was once a complicated book; my emotions and deepest thoughts were between the lines.

One day too many people read me wrong and I hid myself on a forgotten shelf.

I was once someone's favorite book.

One day I rewrote my empty pages and found a less dusty shelf.