Open Book...

My life is like an open book
Read me anyday
But when you find a missing page
I am not to blame

Many people wrote me
Ti this I can be sure
I dont yave many chapters
But more of a galore

Not many people read me
But to this I am not hurt
I have a lot of secrets
To some I am unsure

People just glance at me
And do like every book
Because my cover is wore and tore
Im not worth a secound look

People do not notice
That as they pass me by
I flip and flop my pages
Just trying to say hi

I am left unnoticed
Worthless like a toy
As my days pass me by
I become more and more shy...