To Create. To Live

The People in the Books

Like books with torn pages

We are hard to read

Pictures that illustrate our lives

Are done with bleeding ink

As like most we're tossed aside

To be ignored and forgotten

Words undefined

Our stories left untold

No one bothers to look

At those hanging from the spine

Ideas of brilliance

Art of every kind

On our pages there is history

For only the one who looks

Wonders we hold

And for no one to witness

Disgust painted gazes

To leer at our covers

Won't you look at me

And realize I'm a mirror

We are just books

The worn and the torn

Disguised by your judgement

If I am ugly that is what you see

My perception is unique

All you need do is lift the cover

And you will start to marvel

Our stories are our lives

Would you take a look

And see how you will love

Everything that lies beneath

To look a fraction closer

And see that we are beautiful