Don't Judge Me by My Cover

i sit here alone

on this dusty bookshelf.

no one will open me

pick me up

or barely even

glance at me.

am i ugly?

am i not appealing

to the eye?

yes it's true.

i am ugly.

but what i hold inside

is something of magic.

a euphony opf words.

one day

i will get picked up and opened

and i know i will never get put back.