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I Am A Book, Not a Movie

I Am A Book, Not A Movie

I had a really great dream

Although it also seemed like a nightmare

Because I wasn't prepared for what had come.

It was like a scene from a movie,

You liked those right?

Well those seemed to fright me

For I want to be in a book, not a screen

I don't want to be looked at

Nor dreamed of

because what I've done

Is just another scene in a play

That anyone can be the actor of.

But the problem is,

I'm not an actor.

for actors act.

I don't act but you think I do,

How do you expect to pursue

Someone you don't even know

I've been told I'm a readable person,

I am a book

not a movie

I told you.

Don't look at me physically

Because I am very describable

A few scribbles on a page

I'm pretty lame if you knew.

I do mind the crew who stare at me

and look at my body

silently screaming, "What an experienced whore."

Of course I tried to not mind it,

Because you never did.

It wasn't something you hid

And you only did because of me.

I'm sorry

I'm afraid to be seen by an audience

I can't be a performance just like you.

I am a book

Not a movie.

I told you.

I do not have my own audio,

My soundtrack is a vivid description on paper.

I'm sorry the words don't move

But I hope reading them moves you.

Does it?

I'm sorry,

I am a book,

Not a movie,

I told you.

A flip of a page

I am easily opened,

Read my history,

My story.

The world is not the way you see it

On these pages.

No, it's not what I meant,

I meant commitment –

No, that's not what I meant,

A trial –

No, that's not what I meant.

Forgive me,

I'm a book,

Not a movie,

I told you.

All my actions are sketchy drafts

I cannot be with you in one pack

I lack enough words and description

I cannot be precise

Unless that entices you.

There is no exact me

There is no exact meaning

There is no exact us

There is no exact you

There is no exact anything.

Did you see an exact

I haven't for a fact,

Everything seemed so black

And dark, look at the sky there are plenty of stars

How do you find me?

Can't I be the black mark?

I am a symbol, a character, a letter

I can be bold if I wanted to

Although no one knew

If I was.

Don't let me be that speck of dust

In the corner of your room

Begging, "read me once again.

I am coming near to my doom"

My story looks finished

But you never bothered to find a sequel.

You think I'm an unequal distribution of heart and mind.

I'm sorry.

I am a book

Not a movie,

I told you.