There are those of us, afraid to show our true selves
So we go and conform like books on a shelf
We may look like the rest, but we don't have the same tales
We bind the outside to cover our stories with veils
Until someone opens us up, and reads our stories
And slowly but surely, relieves all our worries
But forcing it open, can damage it more
Leaving the pages to scatter on the floor
So be careful when reading, to read between the lines
Don't let others summarize they could be feeding you lies
Don't judge a book by its cover, old or in its youth
Because until a book's opened you won't know its truth
