A book that wanted to be opened but couldn't

I was on the table,

as the fan moved,

i felt my cover moving up,

everytime I tried very hard

but i couldn't move up high,

I wanted to tell a story,

I wanted to open my pages,

I wanted to be read,

I wanted to be heard,

I wanted to be touched,

I wanted someone to understand me,

but i couldn't open

because I was bound...

Then one day, at a stall, among others like me,

i was happy to be on top!

someone came and just looked at me

and I was purchased!!

he flipped the pages like I was a toy,

he touched me to smell like I was a rose,

he moved his fingers like I was not valuable,

he threw me like I was not important,

but I still felt good that at least i got touched!

He put me with others on his table,

thought came, I had just changed places.

but anyways, still at a height,

i was happy to be on top!

He shuffled me with others like cards

and there i was,

grounded by the weight of the society

some rich, some poor

laughed at me

this is life, roared the people

if you are not the best,

a story unheard, You'll be dumped!

I ignored because I knew my worth...

Days passed and a year went by,

i was lying there, sometimes touched,

but none came to read me

weighed down by others who rose above me

i suffocated to be opened

but none came.

And then one day,

flying in the air, I landed on a pile of rotten papers,

my pages burnt and I left the world

My story unread......